"So if you look into this equation" the professor continued, chalk gliding across the board as formulas stacked one beneath the other.
The lecture hall was quiet except for the faint scratching of pens and the hum of the projector.
Lucian stared at the page in front of him.
The symbols blurred.
The numbers meant nothing.
Did you really think I changed?
No, Lucian. I only satisfied myself because you were just a scentless omega.
His grip on his pen tightened until his knuckles turned pale.
The memory replayed mercilessly , Hunter's cold eyes, the deliberate cruelty in his voice, the way each word had been sharpened before being thrown.
Lucian swallowed.
What had changed?
Hunter hadn't always looked at him like that. There had been moments , quiet ones, that felt real. Or at least Lucian had believed they were real.
Was that what he thought all along?
Was I just… curiosity?
His chest tightened.
