"And that would be all for today," the teacher announced as the shrilling sound of the bell rang through the room.
The Anatomy and Physiology class was finally over and Violet was the first to pop out of her seat, slinging her satchel over one shoulder like a soldier gearing up for war.
Her strides were brisk as she headed straight for the front of the class as if being anywhere near the back was suffocating. Because it was.
And it was because he was there. Alaric Storm. The very storm that had ripped her apart twenty-four hours ago.
After yesterday's humiliation, where Alaric Storm had publicly degraded and shamed her, she'd expected a carryover of the same hostility today. Violet had expected him to sneer, and glare at her. That he would pretend like she didn't exist.
Yet when their gazes met briefly, all she'd seen in those glacial blue depths was not ice, but regret. It jolted her so hard that a small, humiliating squeak slipped past her lips before she could catch it.
