Zane led me to his office in Whitmore hall. As soon as the door shut behind us, I turned to him.
"How," I said, my mind still reeling.
He leaned against the door, his arms crossing. "I told you, Sienna, I’d take care of it.”
“Still—"
“You should go to the rest of your classes,” he said.
I blinked. “What?” Go to my classes? I thought of all the whispers and stares I’d experienced and felt uneasy.
“I’m heading off campus for the rest of the day,” he continued. “I have some business I need to attend to.”
“What if I want to go with you?” The words tumbled out.
He looked at me. “Sienna.”
I shook my head. “I really don’t want to be here right now, Zane.”
He was quiet for a moment. His eyes took in my expression.
Then he took out his phone.
“I’ll call Roman.”
~0~
Roman was park
