Diana’s POV
The receptionist lowered her gaze like a maid before royalty, then bowed slightly and stepped aside. With a soft click, the heavy glass door unlocked.
“Go on in,” she murmured.
But I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Because Kael was still standing there, watching me with those glacier-blue eyes that burned and froze me all at once.
And I hated it.
No. I hated him.
Or at least… I wanted to.
God help me.
My gaze swept over his face, and the memory slammed into me like a slap of wind in the dead of winter. This moment… I’d lived it before. Not once. Twice.
Once in the cafeteria, when Abegail and my other class mate tried to rip me to shreds with laughter. He’d stepped in then, and stopped them.
And again… when Miss Dorathy said I couldn’t join the music program. Kael didn’t ra
