The commotion caused by Professor Samantha's announcement soon died out as the next class resumed after ten minutes break.
The classroom was eerily silent.
Not a whisper.
Not a mutter.
Just pure, focused anticipation.
It wasn't because the students were suddenly diligent or that they respected the schedule so much that they went silent exactly when the break ended.
No.
The reason was far more obvious.
It was because of who was about to walk through those doors.
Demonic Studies.
This class was different.
Not because of the topic.
But because of the instructor.
Professor Isabella.
The woman who had captivated the class from the very first lecture.
The woman whose presence was so intoxicating that students counted the days until her next lesson.
And today was that day.
The wait was finally over.
A soft clack of heels against the marble floor.
