Elowen's POV
He crossed the room before I had finished speaking.
His hand closed around my wrist, not hard, and he knocked twice on the office door. Ms. Vane appeared.
"I'm requesting a half day," he said, in the tone that made requests sound like conclusions. "I'll have her back before exams."
She agreed before I had processed that we were leaving.
The cold outside hit after the closed air of the office and I breathed it in and followed him to the car without saying anything.
In the backseat he rolled down his window and lit a cigarette, and after a moment he reached into the pack, pulled one out, and held it toward me with one brow raised.
I stared at it, then at him, and shook my head quickly.
He gave me a flat look, dropped it back in the pack, and shoved the pack into the comp
