(Alexander)
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it the first time. Then it buzzed again. And again.
Selene noticed. Her head lifted from my shoulder, her brow furrowed. I gave her hand a light squeeze before pulling my phone out.
The caller ID made my chest tighten. Dean Thatcher. Another dean at the university that didn't like me. Where Marcus was afraid of me, and Calloway was nosy, Dean Thatcher was nothing like them.
I hadn't crossed paths with him often and I tried to avoid him as much as I could. So I'm not sure why he was calling me at this hour.
I stepped away slightly, keeping Selene close but turning my back just enough to answer.
"Hello?"
"Alexander," came the familiar, flat voice. "I received reports about tonight. About you. Dancing with a student. Is that true?"
