There were many of us he taught, but a small part of me hoped that I was the one he was coming to see. I checked that emotion. If anyone would be able to sense my bond with Carden, it’d be Ronan. If anything, I should be avoiding him. Besides, the vampire wouldn’t take kindly to the quasi-friendship we shared. I had enough complications in my life without testing that theory. I realized I was glaring at him when he glared at me back. I had to say something now. “Good evening to you, too, Ronan.” Sure enough, he stopped by my chair. “Will you be ready to work tomorrow morning?” Why would he even ask me that? And why did I feel like his gaze could pierce right through me? I forced myself not to squirm under the scrutiny. “Do I have a choice?” Then I saw it—the briefest smile flickered across his features and was gone just as fast. He’d told me once how I reminded him of his sister who’d been killed in Watcher training. What else did he see when he looked at me? He glanced at my tray.
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