ZEE.
I had just finished the last equation, chewing on my pen cap like a real student, when Denver stepped back into the room. His presence filled the space immediately—quiet but commanding, like always.
“Time’s up,” he said, crossing his arms as he strolled toward the desk.
I sat up straighter, suddenly nervous even though I knew I’d gotten them right. I watched his eyes scan over the page, his brow furrowing just slightly before his lips twitched into a smirk.
He looked impressed.
“Damn,” he muttered, glancing down at me. “You really did all this?”
“No, a math fairy helped me,” I said, grinning. “Of course I did it.”
He nodded slowly, tapping the paper. “Full marks. I’m proud of you.”
I beamed.
Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
“What’
