A smile crept onto my lips during the lecture as a delightful memory of yesterday flooded back to me—Luke and I sharing tea in the demon realm, his humor illuminating even the darkest corners of my mind. Being around him felt like a breath of fresh air, momentarily easing the complexities of my life.
As the professor concluded the class, I noticed Dylan approaching me, his expression tinged with regret. "Arabella," he said, his voice slightly hesitant, "I don't know what went wrong between us, but I want to apologize if I offended you in any way."
I was busy gathering my notes when I lifted my gaze to meet his. To my surprise, there wasn't a hint of sincerity or true remorse in his eyes. "Apology accepted," I replied coolly, "but just remember, nothing gets forgotten." I could see his ex
