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Neither of those reasons is comforting.
I’m uncomfortable with the idea that we have a history I know basically nothing about. Leon clearly cares for whoever I once was, but how much of that person am I now?
I dreamt of Cassandra. If that girl was me, I feel no connection to her. In fact, I can’t feel more far removed from her. I am practically the antithesis of a warrior.
Even more bothersome, if my dream really was a memory, then parts of it don’t sit well with me. If Leon is an all-powerful Destroyer, and he loved Cassandra, why didn’t he stay to help fight off the invaders?
I might feel disconnected from my past self, but I can’t understand how someone can leave a loved one to die. The more I learn, the more questions I’m left with.
The campus is quiet. I assume many students are getting a head start on their reading week. Typically, the halls are flooded with students who insist on standing in doorways, effectively slowing down every other student who has somewhere to be.
Without the traffic, I make it to my Greek history class, just in time to take a free seat by the front door. Thankfully, there is a second empty seat to my right. This is another auditorium-style class with comfortable couch-like chairs with movable desks attached to their sides, so no one will notice if Leon sits next to me.
As I sit, I glance up at the top of the class and find my friends occupying the top row. Sarah waves to me and looks at the full seats beside her, giving anexaggerated pout before pointing to her phone. Picking up my phone, I see three texts from her.
Sarah - You coming today? We saved you a seat.
Sarah - Rise and shine sleepy head!
Sarah - I’m just going to assume you’re still sleeping. SLACKER!
I look up from my phone and mouth ‘Sorry’ before giving Sarah an apologetic smile.
That’s when I notice Conner sitting beside Sarah, eyeing me intently.
Oh crap.
Conner asked me out last night.
In all the events that followed my friend’s declaration of interest, I completely forgot about it. But Conner evidently hasn’t. His eyes roam appreciatively over me.
Quickly, I turn around and pretend to be busy with my notebook as the teacher quiets the class.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who noticed Conner’s attention.
Leon’s voice comes as a bare whisper right over my ear. “Not that it will matter, but I should probably pretend to be courteous and ask if you’re already... involved with someone.”
My arms erupt in goosebumps. I answer by giving the slightest shake of my head, keeping my eyes on the professor, and trying hard not to react to the heat that his words stir within me.
Leon’s voice comes again, this time with a more amused tone. “Interesting. Does the boy know you aren’t involved with him?”
I pull my pen from my notebook, scribbling a small note in the corner.
‘He will.’
“Ahh,” Leon whispers again. “I could let him know for you.” His tone is deceptively calm, but I can almost taste the underlying menace.
An all-powerful supernatural creature letting Conner know I’m not interested is NOT something I think would go over well. Not with the possessive streak I’m already feeling from Leon. I scribble in the corner of my paper again.
‘No. He’s a friend.’
My concentration is already shot, and I scribble underneath.
‘Now let me focus.’
Leon must be satisfied with my answer because he doesn’t press further. I do my best to focus on the lecture.
Greek history is one of my favourite classes, even if the professor refuses to post his slides. The Greeks got up to all kinds of fun and trouble.
