Aria.
I was going to kill him.
Thirty whole minutes. That was how long I’d been sitting in the library, waiting like an i***t. My books had already been laid out, notes highlighted, pages bookmarked. I even sharpened my pencil twice. And yet, no Kai Blackthorn.
“Meet at the usual spot for lessons today.” I had told him earlier during lunch.
He had said, clear as day, “Right after practice, I’ll be there.”
Liar.
I glanced at the clock again, my foot tapping impatiently under the table. Thirty-two minutes now. I huffed, slamming my book shut and picking up my bag. Of course he would pull something like this. Probably thought it was hilarious to leave me sitting and stewing.
Typical Alpha behavior.
As I unzipped my bag to stuff the books back inside, my hand brushed against soft fabr
