"I—I wasn't looking!" she blurted, way too fast. "I mean—I was! But not there—I mean—not like that—I'm sorry!" she fumbled, horrified at how fast her dignity had left the room.
A beat of silence passed.
And although his expression remained unreadable, the corner of his mouth twitched. Almost like a smirk. But it vanished too quickly to be sure.
"You don't have to come to the office daily," he said, his gaze fixed on her face.
Alina blinked. "I don't?"
She had assumed it was part of protocol—to check in with the principal every morning like human schools. She opened her mouth to ask but stopped when his eyes narrowed faintly.
"…Okay, sir," she replied quickly, nodding.
In truth, she was a little relieved. Meeting him every morning was like standing in front of a stone wall that could come alive and burn you alive at any moment. Not that he had done anything—his aura alone was enough to make her bones hum. And that horn—definitely demon. She really should keep her distance.
