Violet jolted upright, pushing herself away from him so abruptly it was as if she'd been burned. Her mind scrambled to make sense of what had happened. The last thing she remembered was fighting to stay awake during the lesson and…. Oh.
Looking around, Violet realized to her chagrin that classes were long over and she had been sleeping all this while. The gods knew how many classes she has missed since then.
She glanced at Alaric, who was watching her with an expression that seemed to expect gratitude.
"That's not happening, dude," Violet said flatly. Then her eyes dropped to his jacket, where a small stain gleamed faintly. Her stomach flipped in mortification. "Uh… sorry for the drool. Just the drool. " She emphasized.
Alaric remained silent, his piercing gaze locked on hers as though trying to decipher the inner workings of her mind. His silence unnerved her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks.
