Meanwhile, in a classroom at Summit University, the alleged bitch was scribbling her answers for her last final exam.
Achoo!
I suddenly sneezed, which I found odd because there were no signs of an incoming cold. Thankfully, this was the last thing I had to deal with after surviving the thesis defense.
When the bell rang, students started darting out, probably worried about their next exam. Finals week always looked like this. It's a good thing this was the last one.
It was obvious which among us still had more trials to face because those finally free looked at least ten years younger.
I would've had the same look if not for the upcoming Unveiling. The Sinclairs, bless their hearts, haven't really asked much of me. In fact, I haven't had to do anything that wasn't voluntary.
Let's just not count Lucian in that.
