Zane~
The moment Roland walked into the room with the so-called tutor, I knew I wasn't going to like him. I didn't understand why, and I didn't care to. It wasn't just his presence; it was the way the air shifted around him. He looked to be around the same age as Natalie—eighteen, maybe nineteen—but there was something too polished about him. Even so, he was far too young to be the "perfect tutor" Roland had bragged about finding.
He had a kind of boyish charm, sharp hazel eyes, and worse, he smiled—a lot. Cheerful, easygoing, and completely at ease in a stranger's home. His confidence was irritating.
Just then, Natalie walked into the living room with Alexander running after her; they were but laughing about a private joke only known to them when she abruptly stopped, surprised to see me with a guest.
