“Lower your tone Mr. Elara! Or you’ll find yourself spending your afternoon in today’s detention!” Professor Himalia warns Daniel from nearby. There’s a tense silence hanging in the Hall, only a few soft murmurs rising from our crowd.
“You’ve heard the Professor,” I tell my fiancé distantly, because my attention is averted to the person, who walks through the archway that moment. When Daniel lets out an angry grunt, I turn my gaze back to him, narrowing my eyes. “Leave already. You’re only embarrassing yourself,” I add, refusing to spend another moment talking to him.
“So that’s how’s it going to be? You’re not even going to deny it?” he grits through his teeth, his eyes glistening angrily. “You’ll be sorry for this,” he warns me menacingly, before storming off. I breathe out a sig
