My Tutor Abandoned Post

Cage drops into a chair at the study table, lounging back like he owns the air around him. He flips open his notebook, doesn’t even look at me when he asks, “Where’s your bodyguard today?”

I blink, unamused. “My—what?”

He looks up, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. “Drayke. You know, th...

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