ASH’S POV
I cursed under my breath as I got into my car, not bothering to even use my seatbelt before driving straight to Cleo’s faculty.
I was late. Several hours late and I had no one but the professor who walked into our class to throw the most unpredictable quiz at us to blame. With terrible guilt washing over me, I drove as quickly as I could, hoping she had not yet given up on me coming by leaving herself.
If that was the case, it was going to be understandable. I didn’t reply any of her messages or put a call through to her, leaving her to take a gamble on my arrival.
Finally, I arrived at her faculty, pulling over at my usual spot. For a second, my heart skipped a beat as I noticed there was no Cleo clenching onto her backpack as she waited for me. But instead, there was a figu
