In those few weeks, Báine thought she had adapted to the workload of this prestigious academy. Yet, still got swept away in the momentum of her classes. For example, at this moment, she was clearly asleep. Crisp air and the fragrance of flowers stole her attention first. Báine blinked at the meadow before her. She looked about but saw no one so she let her feet guide her. Although she searched she found no one. For the first time, she was alone on the White Plains.
“Jack!” Báine called frustrated.
“There’s no reason to shout,” he spoke.
Báine whipped around. Her complaints buried themselves in flinching lips as her eyes widened. The white-haired male smiled passively as if his face wasn’t devoid of boyish charm. It was as if half a decade had passed. Jack radiated mature rega
