CAROLINE’S POV
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Walking to the history lesson is all but graceful with the sweat trickling down my nape. The cause of the all consuming heat isn’t because of the afternoon sun, but his gaze at the back of my head. I can feel those steel hues scraping against the back of my scalp, as if his eyes had claws to drag along the thick bone. Stepping through the threshold, a cool breeze sweeps across the room, joyfully cooling my skin. I take one step toward the back seats when a hand wraps around my arm, tugging me back.
Twisting, my eyes land on Mac, and his ever so charming grin. “Little savior, did you forget where your seat is?” Another tug. “Mac, I’m in no mood.” I grumble, my jaw ticking as I bite down the yell that wants free of its cage in my throat. Mac’s grin only grows when Lucian
