FREYA
Our eyes meet and I wish for the ground to open and swallow me whole. Desmond is looking at me with an expression of hurt on his face. And I know very well why. I was the only one who never called him the Dark Blood Dragon. Although I personally don’t see anything bad in this nickname, most people in Dairon use it as an insult. It would have been ten thousand times better if I called him the dragon psycho guy. But nope. My big mouth chose something else.
Hendrix turns following my gaze and shudders when he notices the Dean of the Battle Magic Department.
“Sir Drake,” he quickly bows lightly, “I was already leaving…”
“To tell everyone my dirty little secret?” Desmond cites his earlier words with a smirk, and the guy flinches.
“Of course, not, I was just talking to lady
