Chapter 29 Second day
The next morning, the sunlight poured through the tall windows of Alina’s little living quarters. She slipped into black dress with delicate white stripes—modest, soft, but somehow it hugged her figure just right. Her long chestnut hair was brushed neatly, her eyes brighter than usual, and her lips looked naturally pink.
Today felt... better.
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After a quick breakfast of toast and warm milk, she picked up the papers she needed and bag with that she walked down the quiet hallway toward the principal’s office. The click of her shoes echoed softly against the floor as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach.
She reached the dark wooden door and hesitated.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," said a deep voice...low, rich, and husky like velvet dipped in thunder.
Alina’s spine straightened.
She opened the door and walked in carefully. Her eyes immediately landed on him...leaning back casually against his massive desk, one hand resting on a stack of files, the other flipping through pages like he wasn’t aware how sinful he looked.
Dante Nightshade was dressed in all black again. Of course he was. But it wasn’t just his clothes—it was the way they fit. The way the fabric hugged his broad shoulders, the slight looseness at his sleeves, the leather belt cinching his narrow waist. His dark horns curved perfectly back from his hair, his jawline could cut diamonds, and his eyes cold and sharp like volcanic glass barely glanced up at her.
Stop. Looking. At. Him.
Alina clenched the papers in her hand like a lifeline and cleared her throat.
He didn’t offer a smile.