"When are you leaving for the dorms?" Greg asked Connor.
The latter shoved a toasted slice of bread covered with jam into his mouth and munched in it hungrily.
"Tomorrow, at dawn. Glen will help me to move my things," he said his mouth still full.
"Iā¦"
"No, it's fine. No need to overwork you to help me. Glen rarely gets a chance to use his alpha strength which is probably rotting somewhere inside his body, it will be a good warm-up for him."
Greg squeezed his hand around the bag he was already holding in his hand, a sign that he was about to leave for the lab.
