Anna moved in the shadows, her eyes gleaming with barely-contained fury. *I should have killed him the very moment that lowlife even dared to speak to my love,* she thought, trailing Leo as he made his way to the dormitory, his steps deliberate yet unhurried.
Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms as memories of the past days flashed through her mind.
Throughout the exams, her "love" had seemed preoccupied, his thoughts clouded, and his gaze distant. It had taken all her restraint to keep herself from lashing out every time he ignored her, focused instead on some inner turmoil she couldn't fathom. If she had to guess, it was all because of that insignificant fool he tried to help—a weakling who had no place in his world, much less in his thoughts. Why did he waste even a second of his attention on that nobody?
