One evening, as she slipped quietly through the corridors, she felt the familiar prickle of someone watching her. She turned the corner, only to come face-to-face with Mattheo. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with curiosity—and something else she couldn’t quite name.
“You’re always in a hurry to leave,” Mattheo remarked, leaning casually against the stone wall, blocking her path.
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25/09/2024