His smile widened. “You’re wrong, princess. I just turned eighteen.”
My mouth dropped. He was my age? That’s impossible, of course, he doesn’t look as old as I had implied, but he doesn’t look to be my age either.
Does that mean we will share classes?
The thought hit me like a bucket of ice water. Him—six feet plus of lethal charm but equal danger—sitting with me in the same lecture as me.
Does Konrad know? I’m sure he doesn’t.
I snapped my mouth shut before I could look even more ridiculous. “Eighteen,” I repeated, trying to sound casual. “Right. That… explains the lack of gray hair.”
He laughed again, that low rumble that did stupid things to my pulse. “You were expecting someone ancient and decrepit? I’m flattered you thought I carried myself like an elder.”
I cleared my thro
