Chapter 53 Lucian Drakenhart (2)
The courtyard slowly emptied after the announcement, but Olivia remained rooted to her spot. Her mind refused to catch up with the chaos spinning around her. The name Lucian Drakenhart rang in her ears like a forgotten melody.
The moment their eyes met, something had stirred inside her. Not fear. Not admiration. Something deeper. Her heart still hadn’t returned to its usual rhythm.
She finally blinked, only realizing how tightly she was clutching her pants when her fingers began to cramp. As she turned to follow the others into class, a single thought screamed in her mind: He’s the one. The one from the maze. The one who disappeared before my eyes.
But how?
Lucian wasn’t just mysterious. He was too calm. Too composed. Too... powerful. And those eyes—like smoke over ice—they weren’t normal.
As she stepped into the rune hall for her next class, one of the classes that both the juniors and seniors must take together, her steps faltered slightly because the whispers had already begun. "He’s too strong for a transfer student."
"Did you see how even the headmaster looked shaken?"
"What’s his background?"
"Bet he has an elite system bloodline."
Olivia ignored the chatter as best she could. Her gaze scanned the rows until it landed on him. Lucian, who was already seated, alone in the middle row, head tilted slightly, his silver-white hair catching the glow of the sunlight. He didn’t scan the room. Didn’t acknowledge the whispers. He just... waited.
And like a moth drawn to flame, Olivia walked toward the empty seat beside him. She didn’t know why. Instinct? Curiosity? Or something else she didn’t want to name.