Damien turned his head lazily, his sharp blue eyes settling on Victoria as if she were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
Unbothered. Unimpressed.
And that was what made it worse.
She wanted a reaction—some flash of irritation, some sign that her words had landed. But all she got was that same smirk, that same detached amusement that made her feel as if she were the one being mocked.
He exhaled softly, tilting his head.
"Victoria," he drawled, as if only just now acknowledging her existence. "You're still talking?"
A quiet snicker rippled through the class.
Victoria's eyes twitched, but Damien continued before she could lash out.
"Your concern for my capabilities is touching, really," he said, his voice smooth with an edge of mockery. "But tell me—" He leaned slightly forward, his smirk widening. "Do you actually care about my academic performance, or are you just looking for an excuse to say my name?"
