Liora’s POV
“Liooora!”
I didn’t even need to hear the sound of Zane’s voice to know he was coming; his very presence swept into the room before he did, like when you’re shopping at the mall around the holidays and everything has the sickly sweet scent of cinnamon rolls and peppermint, but the mixture is sort of nauseating.
“Whatever it is,” I muttered, not looking up from my textbook, “I’m not in the mood.”
“Always wounding me with your words.” Zane pressed a hand to his chest, then smirked. “Last night got you waking up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?”
“Is it not supposed to? You seem awfully unfazed about last night for someone who got in trouble right along with me.”
“I am always unfazed.” Zane plopped down onto the common room sofa beside me and propped his
