Alex's POV
Just when I thought that I wouldn't survive the intense spotlight that Instructor Nerya had put on me with her very complicated question that I barely remembered, the back door of the classroom creaked open.
It wasn’t the front door, but the rear one, the kind only used by students too late to get away with it, and just like that, every pair of eyes in the room shifted from me to the figure standing by the door.
Jaxon.
He was dressed in the academy’s black uniform, his bag slung over one shoulder, his expression as unreadable as always. His gaze swept over the class like none of this mattered, like he hadn’t just interrupted one of the most intimidating instructors we’d ever met.
Instructor Nerya’s expression twisted into something downright dangerous, and I didn’t know ho
