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The first class
Trisha POV As I walked towards the front of the faculty, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and now it was finally happening. I was about to meet with Dean Petras, the woman Draven had told me to meet. According to him, she already knew I was coming to meet her. When I arrived, I saw her waiting for me at the entrance. She was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression. I tried to steady my nerves and introduced myself. Just like Draven, she had pale skin, but her long black hair made her seem like a ghost, or so I thought. "Hello, Dean Petras. My name is Trisha," I said, extending my hand. She looked at me for a moment before shaking my hand firmly. "Welcome to our faculty, Trisha. The vampire king had already informed us of
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