NARRATOR'S POV
"Tell me what department you wish to be enrolled in and I can wave my wand and make magic happen in mid-semester." The chancellor asked Zyon from behind a polished cherry desk in his office.
Zyon is sitting opposite Alpha Demetrius, in one of the guest chairs.
Before they left the Mayor's building, Demetrius had taken Zyon to Athena's closet and contoured his pale skin to an expected shade that wouldn't be suspicious in the public eye.
Zyon didn't like the idea of changing who he is, and particularly, the extent of bonding with the man who left him when he was unborn, but for his safety, and the mission that he mustn't abandon, he must tolerate the consequences. So he sat there before a mirror and let Demetrius take care of him.
"Would you wave your magic wand at th
