The next morning, the sun rose over the spires of Aethelgard with a deceptive sense of order and tranquility. For Elizabeth, however, the day felt heavy with the weight of her secret.
Every time she caught Alexander's eye in the hallway or heard his gentle, unsuspecting voice, a jolt of adrenaline and a shameful, pulsing heat shot through her. She was playing a part, the perfect scholar, the poised fiancée, all while the memory of Rex's cock in her mouth and the scent of him on her skin lingered like a ghost.
The teaching session with the reincarnators had been long and mentally taxing. Elizabeth had stood at the front of the lecture hall, her voice steady as she navigated the complex metaphysical theories required for their training, but her mind was a traitor.
Every time a student shifted in their seat or a heavy book closed, her heart leaped into her throat, fearing the world was about to find out what she truly was.
