CAROLINE'S POV
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I could still feel his fingers touching me, I could still see the fiery flame brewing in my chest as he did just that. I hate myself for remembering. I hate myself for yielding to his demands, and he played the game well, too well. I hate myself for caring, for helping him the other night. I hate myself for hoping that he'd start to care, too. The sun pours heat down on top of my head as I stand in the courtyard among the rest, but right at Zyran's side, waiting for Professor Walter to get here. Everyone is mingling, chatting, even Zyran beside me is talking to some guy, but my eyes are focused on the door, my toes curling in anticipation.
Just as I had suspected, Lucian strolls out after Professor Walter, eyes darting across my peers, and lands on me. I push away the
