Alina
The rest of my classes move slowly, and by the third one, I’m wishing I’d allowed Adrian’s men follow me into Finance. It might’ve gotten a few stares—maybe more than a few, but at least I’d have something to distract me.
I don’t see them lurking around, either.
The car was gone when I stepped out of the hall, and no burly-looking man appeared behind me as I moved around the campus building. I didn’t think Adrian suddenly decided I was right, though.
A man like him would rather chew nails. I knew they were around—probably blending in with the trees and the sculptures littered across the campus environment. They’d fit right in with the sculptures.
I drag my bag higher on my shoulder as I walk into my final class, sighing audibly. I make my way to the back, as usual, plopping in a
