The laboratory buzzed with its usual chaos when Blazar entered with a tray of several beakers containing chemicals and equipment for an experiment, and some of her paper notes on the side.
Dante lounged against the workstation, his grin sharp. "Took you long enough."
Blazar clenched her jaw. "Move."
He didn't.
She shoved past him—only for his foot to conveniently hook around her ankle.
She went down hard, her stack of notes and beakers scattering across the floor in a spectacular crash of glass and paper and chemicals. The entire class turned.
Professor Frey's voice cut through the silence. "Clean it up."
Blazar's nails dug into her palms. I'm going to murder him.
Before she could lunge at Dante, a napkin and a notebook appeared in her line of sight.
"Here."
The voice was low, calm. Unfamiliar.
She looked up—and froze.
