I blink in surprise, letting Kir’s words ring in my head as I try to process them. I thought he was angry that I went to Cincinnati. Period. Not that he’s angry because I didn’t consult the matter with him first.
I open and close my mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say at first. Then, I narrow my eyes at him, refusing to let him feel offended about how I pulled things off. “I’ve known you for two days. How am I supposed to know how you’re going to react about things like this? You could be like any other teacher and forbid me from going anywhere, but also do nothing yourself,” I fight back.
“You should trust me because I told you to trust me. And I’ve already said I’m no teacher, Evelyn. I’m your mentor and even that word doesn’t describe me the way it should,” he responds calmly,
