The whispered rumours didn't stop even after class started.
If anything, it grew stronger… and weirder.
Alden tried to focus on Professor Sorin's lecture, but he could feel the stares drilling into his back like lasers.
Even Nyx, sitting stiffly beside him, kept glancing at the corner of her notebook like it personally offended her.
Amyra, of course, looked perfectly composed, hands folded neatly over her desk, her gaze serene.
Aziel leaned back casually in his chair, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Alden with a wicked grin.
One after another, classes ended soon.
Alden stood up.
He didn't want to stay any longer. Nyx was still seated in her seat, her gaze vacant.
It seems the rumours affected her too much.
Amyra was on her ManaSync.
Aziel and Cecilia's group were busy talking about something.
Alden took this chance to slip away.
He wanted some alone time, without anyone disturbing his peace.
The rumours were too much.
