Page 309 of A University of Betrayal

He was the old Miles again. Not that strange one I had experienced a few weeks ago during punishment work.

“No, not much really. We were just about to start,” Bayla replied and Julian nodded.

“Whatever,” I sighed and decided not to let them force me to leave. Julian should know that I would keep an eye on whatever he stuck his nose into, and Miles shouldn’t think he could just scare me away. I was definitelynotscared of him.

The others made their way around the table while Julie went into the kitchen to finish cooking her meal.Of course,she had offered to cook for them, andof courseno one had said no. It seemed as if they were all getting on well together. What an absurd idea. Who were they kidding? Sooner or later, they would get into trouble with their families.

Larissa, Bayla and Julian had sat down around the table in the dining area with the glass front, devoting themselves to the newspapers and I could feel Julian glancing at me from time to time.

At some point I had enough, and I gave him such a harsh look that I hoped he understood that he had to apologize to me.

I knew that I would forgive him anyway, I always would. But somewhere inside me, something wanted him to come to me and tell mehewas sorry.

Comedy Funny Music

Gold-Tiger

Miles, still standing where Bayla had put the folder in his hand, started moving, and I struggled not to look up from the boring law book. It became even harder when, in the corner of my eye, I watched him sit down opposite me on the other couch.

Miles sat on one of the couches in our house.He shouldn’t even be here.But I wouldn’t start a discussion now when the others were around.

I lowered the book slightly and caught him staring straight at me.

He wore his hair down today so that it fell into his striking face on the one side he hadn’t tucked behind his ear. He was wearing a tailored suit jacket over his white shirt, as all the Ruisangors usually did.

I broke away from his stare, which also brought him out of his motionless posture. He opened the folder and started flicking through it. And I continued reading.

I was so bothered by him sitting there that I could hardly concentrate on the lines in front of me. With the strange feeling that he was staring at me the whole time instead of going through these newspaper reports, I kept turning the pages every minute, trying to suppress the tingling in my stomach. It got worse when I tried to look, because I couldn’t think of anything else but the possibility of our eyes meeting. It was the battle of eyes that he always won, and I couldn’t allow him to do that this time.

I lowered the book very carefully and looked at him.

He actually wasn’t looking at me.

Gosh,how paranoid had I become?

His long fingers stroked the old newsprint as he continued to turn the pages and suddenly looked up at me without moving his head much. It was his eyes and only his eyebrows that shot up. His gaze was questioning.

I just snorted softly and quickly looked at the law book again. But after another agonizingly slow minute passed, I couldn’t take it anymore and the urge to see what he was doing was even more intense. I blamed it on my paranoia and his typical manner.

I turned another page so it wouldn’t be obvious that I was actually focused on something else and fought the tingling sensation that was centered in my stomach.

When I took the book down this time, my breath caught. Miles was sitting there looking straight at me. The brown of his eyes seemed soft to me for the first time, although the intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming.

Instead of looking down and pretending to read this stupid book, I stared back.

This time, I wasn’t going to let him win this game.

My eyes began to glow yellow, almost on their own, and I tried to focus only on the color of his irises so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the strength of his gaze. Through my supernatural sense of sight, I perceived the bronze-colored fibers and noticed for the first time that his eyes were a deep shade of amber.He actually had very beautiful eyes…

The thought made me take a deep breath and my lips parted slightly.

Just then, his pupils widened.

Uncertainty spread through me, but I didn’t break the stare.

I wondered if he was trying to use his gift on me. Was that the reason?

His gaze slipped away from mine, wandering to my lips for a second.

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