Chapter Nineteen: His signature
Seth's pov
A loud knock suddenly sounded on the classroom door.
“Is everything okay in there?” Mrs. Sofia’s voice called out. “I heard strange noises.”
Phoebe’s eyes widened in panic, she jumped down the desk. “She can't see us like this.”
“Sit down.” I whispered urgently, pushing towards the chair.
She moved fast, dropping into the seat and grabbing a random textbook from the desk. She opened it and pretended to read, her face flushed and hair slightly messy.
I took a deep breath, adjusted my lab coat, and walked to the door. I unlocked it and opened it just enough to see the teacher—Mrs. Sofia, the strict literature teacher who had always had a thing for my father.
“Everything’s fine, ma,” I said politely. “We were just studying for the practica
