What does this puppy want from me? I thought.
Thankfully, the professors intervened before Elion could unleash whatever clever, infuriating line was dancing on the tip of his tongue. A long, resonant horn blast sliced through the open field, sharp and commanding, shattering the charged air between us like fragile glass. The sound echoed across the grounds, pulling every scattered conversation to a halt and forcing hundred of eyes forward. The moment dissolved, leaving only the faint aftertaste of his grin and my simmering frustration.
