Kafziel leaned casually against the row of lockers, one arm propped lazily above his head, the other hand brushing at the cast that still wrapped around his forearm. His bright eyes caught Aniela the moment she rounded the corner, and a small, teasing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low, flirty, just enough to make her heart skip a beat. “Careful there, or someone might get hurt.” He nodded at her with exaggerated charm, even though his own arm throbbed slightly beneath the cast.
Aniela’s lips curved into a soft, embarrassed smile. He’s always been so bold… even now… even with that cast. He hasn’t changed a bit. She rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the warmth creeping up her neck.
Bea, who had been leaning against the locker a few feet away, n
