Chapter Fourteen
As much as I try not to, I can't help myself from stealing glances at Thomas. He isn't normally in the class I take with Miss Feathertop, but today he is. Does that mean he's here because of me? Or am I just looking into this far more than I should do?
Daphne flicks me a note, and I unfold it hastily. Miss Feathertop is notoriously strict when it comes to talking in class and we don't dare communicate even in a whisper.
Is that your teacher?
Yes, I scribble back.
Nice, I see why you wanted to become acquainted with his desk. Even in writing, I can hear her suggestive tone.
"Daphne," I scold quietly.
She just laughs silently, trying not to give in to the urge I've no doubt is filling her completely.
I roll my eyes. She really is incorrigible. Anyone would make the m
