Dionne
As we made our way through the halls, alpha Marcus still beside me, I spotted Violet walking toward us. Her eyes darted from me to Marcus, and I could see the curiosity twinkling in them. When she reached us, she greeted us both politely, giving Marcus a respectful nod. Then, she gave me that familiar look — a raised brow and a small smile — the kind of look that screamed, "we need to talk later."
I smiled back awkwardly, knowing the questions she'd have about me walking with the school's owner by this time of the day. As if sensing the unspoken tension, Marcus turned to me, his gaze soft yet probing. "So, Dionne... have you thought more about it? About staying?"
I hesitated, glancing at the students milling around, some openly staring at us. Marcus had been nothing but kind sinc
