The desire to be helped floated in my horizon as I heard the question that was tinged with slight hostility.
I turned toward the familiar voice, hope soaring in my chest when my eyes met Raul. His gaze met that of the professor's headlong. Gone was his cheery smile.
"Much? I don't think so, Prince Raul. I actually think I'm being lenient, and I know you know that." The professor answered, before his eyes finally landed on me.
"Detention, Akwoods. If you flaunt it…"
He chuckled drily now, before dealing the finishing blow. "I hope for your sake, that you don't."
Flaunting it wasn't even an option now-hearing that evil sound. I wouldn't even dare it.
But it seemed Raul wasn't done pleading my case, for in the next minute, he spoke in that strange impenitent voice of his I didn't get the chance to hear before.
