Jasper POV
As the bell rings, signaling the start of the first period, I see her taking her seat. Her auburn hair catches the sunlight streaming through the windows, and I can see the determined concentration in her eyes as she jots down notes.
I take my seat, feeling a sense of satisfaction and purpose. Being in all her classes means I can closely monitor her, ensuring her safety amidst the chaos Aries and his rogues have unleashed.
The teacher drones on about algebraic equations, but my mind is half-focused on the task at hand. I scan the room, making mental notes of everyone’s behavior, looking for anything unusual. My heightened senses, a gift—or perhaps a curse—of my lineage, allow me to pick up on subtle shifts in the atmosphere. So far, everything seems normal, but I know better
