Ella's POV
It hadn't changed.
The walls were still cold. Empty smiled. The stink of fake power and secrets.
I hated every step that brought me closer to Dean's office. They let us in easily. Too easily.
I went straight inside like I belonged there.
And there he was.
Sitting behind a polished desk, the same smug look on his too-perfect face. Hair slicked back. Shirt crisp. And those golden eyes-once they held heat, now they held a strange emptiness.
He stood slowly. "Ella."
"It's Luna for you."
He smirked, his eyes briefly to Remo.
"Are you finished with her?"
Remo took one step forward. I put my hand on his chest.
"Don't." I whispered. "Not yet."
Dean folded his arms and sat down like this was some casual tea party.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
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