Chapter 2- Zoë
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He took a seat towards the back, his eyes never leaving me as he did. The lecture dragged on, though I barely retained any of it. Every so often, I felt his gaze burn into my back.
The professor soon dismissed us, and I quickly grabbed my stuff, determined to slip out unnoticed. Buy as I stepped into the hallway, a shadow loomed over me. "Running away already?" a low, slightly accented voice drawled from behind me. I froze for half a second before turning to meet his gaze. He stood there, his hands tucked in his pockets. "What do you want, Killian Volkov?" I snapped, keeping my voice low enough that no one passing by would overhear.
His lips curved into a slow smirk that sent an uninvited chill up my spine. "Ah, so you do remember me. I was worried I hadn’t made enough of an impression." I narrowed my eyes."Cut the games. I don't have time for this. " He stepped closer "Games? You wound me Fïscher. Though I must admit, I didn't expect to find you here, of all places Criminology?" his voice dripped with mockery. "A little ironic, dont you think?" he mocked."I could say the same about you,"
By the time I stepped into the safety of the Maybachs waiting for me outside campus, I was brimming with frustration. Delta raised a brow as I practically threw my Gucci bag onto the seat. "That bad of a day, huh?" she asked, her tone light but observant. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's not the lectures or the group projects this time," I muttered. Delta frowned. "What is it then?" I paused, unsure of how to explain it. "Killian Volkov was in my criminology class today, and he remembers me."
"Volkov, are you sure?" I nodded frantically,"positive. " Delta's demeanour hardened. "Whatever he's doing, don't give him the satisfaction of playing into it." I nodded although the knot in my stomach remained.
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