Rory's POV
The classroom was buzzing, a restless swing of voices that refused to settle even as he walked in.
The new professor. Dante.
His presence drew every eye, dragged every whisper into heat. His build was commanding, broad shoulders beneath a fitted dark shirt that made half the girls in the room lean forward on their desks. His voice, when it came, was low but clear, the kind of voice that didn’t ask for attention but it simply took it.
“Aurora Vale, isn’t it?”
The sound of my name jolted through me. His eyes that is gray, steady, unblinking were fixed on me.
I straightened in myself. “Aurora Blackfang,” I corrected, the words spilling out before I even thought about them. My voice didn’t waver, though my heart did.
Something strange slipped down my spine, easing muscles I
