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–Chapter 92–
"Huh."
Dean muttered when he felt the hand resting on his shoulder.
Astrea's eyes narrowed, noticing the person behind Dean. But Dean didn't move an inch.
He turned slowly, looking up to see one of the academy's assistants.
Recognizing the woman from the familiar academy blue blazer she wore.
With a stiffened expression, she handed him a small folded slip.
"You are needed in the administrative office," the assistant said politely. "And immediately." She emphasized.
Without being told, Dean knew this wouldn't be good. Or maybe it might.
He couldn't be skeptical all the time. Maybe this is some kind of medal for closing a blue zone at eighteen.
Astrea remained quiet, but she observed calmly, watching the exchange even as Ash slid closer to Dean, climbing up his arm.
Dean sighed and stood up. "Wish me luck," he smiled at Astrea.
The vampire didn't even hide it this time, she openly smiled back. "You don't need luck."
