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“I don’t think he’s the type to do things like that, don’t you?”
Ellie nodded, seeing Kassia had a point. “So...what exactlyisyour problem?”
Kassia didn’t want to say it.
Ellie frowned. “If you’re waiting for me to second-guess your feelings, don’t hold your breath. I’m your best friend, but I’m not like you. You know how I feel about love and stuff.”
Kassia watched her friend daintily eat her sandwich, and Ellie couldn’t have made her point any clearer by doing so. Eating, sleeping, studying – Ellie could do all of this because she wasn’t struggling with the throes of love. Those same things used to be easy for Kassia, too...until she had fallen for the professor.
Her phone buzzed against her palm, and she almost dropped it in her shock. It was her Facebook messenger, a message notification flashing on the screen. She told herself it would be better to make the professor wait—-
But no, her fingers had already moved on its own accord, tapping the screen so she could see the rest of the professor’s message.
What are you doing right now?
Chapter Five
Alessandro paused in his work when he heard his phone buzz. Putting his pen down, he clicked on the screen. It was Kassia.
Lunch with Ellie.
His lips curved at the somewhat stiff reply, which was unusual for Kassia. But then, hadn’t he expected this? He had hurt Kassia, and it was clear he had a long way to go before he could woo his little chick into letting him back into her good graces.
Alessandro:You don’t want to ask me anything?
Kassia:I DO!
He almost smiled, able to picture Kassia’s excitement, which he knew she was probably regretting right now.
Alessandro: Ask away.
While waiting for her message, his phone rang, and he answered it when he saw it was his sister. “Esme?”
“Can you come to my school? I’m in trouble.”
Alessandro arrived at Esmeralda’s private school in twenty minutes, mostly thanks to him going over the city’s speed limits. He was obviously expected, a school official waiting for him by the building’s front doors.
“Greetings, Your Highness.” The woman bowed. “I am Teresa, and I’ll be escorting you to the dean’s office.”
After returning her greeting, he asked immediately, “Is my sister alright?”
“No harm has befallen her, Your Highness,” Teresa assured him politely.
That was enough for him, and Alessandro refrained from asking any other question as he followed Teresa. The world recognized the school as being extremely picky with its students, not knowing that its criterion was based on nothing else but the student’s race. The school only accepted pure Lyccans and no one else.
Inside, he found his sister seated on one of the high-backed chairs across the dean’s desk, her back straight, hands hidden under the folds of her skirt. She leapt to her feet as soon as he entered, a mixture of relief and worry in her eyes.
Glancing at her, Alessandro only nodded briefly, knowing that Esmeralda would understand it as his promise to support her, whatever this was about. Striding forward, he bowed to the dean. “Dean Alberto.” She was a woman in her late forties and who, if he wasn’t mistaken, came from one of the oldest families of their race.
The dean inclined her head to the side in silent acknowledgment of his greeting. “Your Highness. Thank you for your prompt attendance.”
Alessandro waited until the dean was seated before lowering himself into the chair opposite his sister.
The dean’s eyes rested on Esmeralda, whose face became expressionless. “As I feel you’re the type to appreciate brevity, I shall get straight to the point. Your sister, Princess Esmeralda,has committed a rather serious offense today. Our inquiry has proven that your sister is guilty of initiating a physical altercation with another student.”
Alessandro’s brows lifted in bemusement. In his entire life, he had never heard of any of his sisters being involved in a fight and hadn’t even thought them capable of any kind of violence. He glanced at his sister. “Is this true?”
Esmeralda slowly nodded.
