Morgan POV
My hands are sweating.
I rub them against my gray slacks and make sure my shirt is still tucked in. I have worn my favorite three-piece gray suit with a white undershirt. My hair I have left down and styled it so it curls more and doesn’t hang in my face as much. My mother hates it when she can’t see my eyes clearly.
I haven’t been this nervous since I told my father I wanted to be the Headmaster at this school instead of taking over his clan. Which I am reconsidering now, seeing the threat to Melody’s safety. I smell her before she is even close to me.
Fighting my fangs’ descent, I turn, noticing Ash shaking silently with laughter. I punch him in the arm, making my mother raise her eyebrows at me. My god, she hasn’t looked at me like that in over a decade. “Don’t say s**t,
