Page 224 of The Blairville Legacies

Alarik’s hair was a little messy, and today he wasn’t wearing a vest, but a blue knitted sweater over his white shirt, the collar of which was slightly creased.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, clearing his throat, and a few of the guys around Nash laughed and began to whisper.

Nash himself was busy on his cell phone again.

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there the day before yesterday. I’m sure you all missed me a lot.”

He grinned, and it reminded me of the way Julian always did.

“Hardly...” Nash sighed, visibly pleased.

Alarik looked at him for a moment. He seemed as if he was considering saying something, but didn’t.

Instead, he continued. “I’ve prepared a project for you.”

“Great, this is going to be fun,” groaned the brunette guy from Nash’s group of guys.

“That’s right Noah. You’ll have to spend some time on it, but a little more dedication wouldn’t hurt.”

Alarik went to one of the more modern lockers and opened the door. He took out a large box, which he set down in front of Emely with a clatter.

She also seemed unimpressed and looked with mistrust at the box.

Alarik pulled out a black book and placed it in front of her. Then he went on and handed out the same books to the guys.

“What are we supposed to do with a notebook?” this Noah asked, flipping through the empty book.

“That’s exactly what I want you to ask yourselves.”

Alarik put one down in front of Nash and pulled the cell phone out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“You’ll get this back after the ninety minutes.”

Nash snorted and took the notebook in his hands.

When Alarik finally reached us, he placed two books in front of me and Larissa. Then he gave me a friendly look and went back to his desk.

I could feel Larissa’s grin from the side.

“You’ve been given blank pages. I want you to do something with them.”

“He really thinks we’re creative...” the brown-haired DeLoughrey laughed from the very back.

I noticed Adrian staring in our direction, but when he spotted my gaze on him, he too turned his attention to the book in front of him.

“Indeed, Miles.”

The professor smiled encouragingly in the direction of the troublemaker with the undercut man bun, who turned the book back and forth, his eyes rolling.

For a moment, the werewolves stared at them tensely, and I knew they were trying to ignore the fact that the DeLoughreys were here too.

“This is not just any book. Think of it as a gift from me to you,” Alarik continued.

“Great gift,” exclaimed one of the other guys next to Nash, whom I didn’t know.

“Can you guys shut up now!” Vivienna sounded annoyed, as usual.

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