My mouth dropped open, my lips searching for a name but never finding it. I settled for taking the textbook back and placing it on my lap with the other one.
"What? No 'thank you'?" the green-eyed figure asked. I had never heard him speak before, and his voice was deeper than I had imagined. Deeper, darker, more mesmerizing. He could build an army on his words. His lips moved in perfect formation of the sounds.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I mean, thank you."
"You're welcome," he said. "Miranda."
"And you are?" I asked.
"Oh, for the love of all the Triad." A smirk spread across his lips. "Don't tell me you don't remember me."
"I remember you," I said. "Just not your name."
"I suspected so." He nodded and pushed back his hood, exposing his head of dark hair. "Well, if I must. My name is Tha
