I was shaking. My chest was heaving, and my voice was starting to crack from all the shouting. I stood in the middle of Alaric’s office, my hair a mess and my face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather.
"I have rights!" I screamed at him, my finger shaking as I pointed it at his chest. "I am a student here. You are a professor. You can’t just follow me around like I’m a criminal. You can’t let your friends—or whoever they are—stalk me at a coffee shop! It’s illegal! It’s harassment!"
Alaric didn't move. He stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like a statue carved out of ice. He just watched me, letting me tire myself out. He didn't interrupt, he didn't argue, and he didn't apologize. He just waited.
"Say something!" I yelled, stomping my fo
