Page 199 of The Blairville Legacies

Everyone was engrossed in election gossip. Only David gave me a suspicious sideways glance.

The professor was sorting through his papers with his lips pressed together without giving me another glance before he began with the topic of today’s session:epigenetics.

He handed out worksheets and had us work with the internet, and I had time to reflect on this strange moment from just now.

No doubt those had been runes of forbidden magic. But where had he gotten them from?Howhad he gotten them? The paper had looked old, worn...

Without attracting attention, I looked at the professor, who was sitting behind his desk doing something on his iPad.

My gaze lingered on the glasses he had put on and the tingling in my stomach returned, with it, the warmth in my face.

Of course, this man looked hot even with reading glasses.

What had he done in his last life that the gods had blessed him like this?

My gaze slid back to the ring.

And,of course, he had a wife. How could someone like him not be married? There had probably been several women fighting over him, and the one who had managed to get him into a marriage was now fighting with his thousand female worshipers.

Shocked by my thoughts, I lowered my head.

Out there, with the other girls, I pretended to be innocent and here I was gawking at the guy just like the other female students.

What was wrong with me?

I didn’t want to have thoughts like that. Not about a married man who was ten years older than me and in additionmy professor.

I pulled out my cell phone and guiltily opened the chat with Erik before I started typing. Erik was online, which increased the excitement in my stomach even more.

He read my message immediately and started typing.

I smiled, but the feeling of guilt didn’t really go away. But at least it distracted me.

Then my message sounded. Unfortunately, it was too loud.

Everyone around me stared at me. And the professor looked up from his iPad. Right at that moment, my message tone sounded for the second time and I gritted my teeth. The professor turned his head toward me.

Oh damn.

“Ms. Blair?” He stood up and set the iPad aside. “Would you like to share with us what you’re typing there?”

“No,” I blurted, far too panicked, and I shoved the phone under my desk.

He smiled challengingly. “Then please turn off your ringtone.”

I obeyed and took a deep breath while the girls around me giggled and Noah snorted at the back of the room.

David was the only one who didn’t make a sound, probably because he had also been on his cell phone and had now discreetly slipped it into his pocket.

“Well, then I’d like to compare the assignments,” the professor began, walking toward my table. “And since you seem to have finished quickly, I’ll put your worksheet under the camera as an example.”

I didn’t even have time to protest as he simply pulled it off my table and walked back to the front.

Kelly giggled gleefully next to Amber, who gave me a condescending look.

Didn’t this girl have any other facial expressions in her reservoir?

A glance ahead told me that Mr. Suspicious hadn’t expected me to finish everything. He ran his examining gaze over my worksheet.