Chapter 137: His Nice, Little Kiddo
Evaline:
I didn’t get scolded.
Just like River’s driver had promised, no one from the faculty stopped me when I stepped past the gates of the Academy - nearly an hour past curfew. But that didn’t mean I escaped notice.
The few faculty members and night duty warriors, who were still out and about, didn’t say a word as I walked past, but their eyes lingered, darting toward the slit on the side of my long navy-blue dress, the sparkling shoes heels, the expensive jewelry still clinging to my neck and wrists, and the messy waves of my silver hair.
The moment I stepped into the dorm building, I silently prayed not to run into anyone I knew. Thankfully, the corridors were quiet, and the lighting was dim enough to keep my flushed cheeks hidden.
I slipped through the door to my dorm room like a whisper and made my way into my bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as I locked the door behind me.
"Wow," came a familiar voice from the room as the bedside table lamp was switched on in a similar manner from the previous night. "And here I thought I was the only one who made midnight returns."
I nearly jumped.
Rowan was sitting on his bed with his legs stretched, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, and holding a half-eaten protein bar. His gaze fell on me, and for a second, his expression froze.
"Damn," he muttered as his eyes scanned my appearance. "You look like you just stepped off a runway. What - did Alpha River drag you to a werewolf fashion show?"
I groaned and tossed my bag near the wardrobe before collapsing onto the bed face-first. "Worse," I mumbled into the blanket. "A business dinner. And humans drink a lot."