Page 62 of A University of Betrayal

“Do you really think you’ll bring more order in here with aschool uniform?”Alarik asked sarcastically. “This is a university, not a high school.”

“It worked back in our days.”

I heard Alarik laugh as if she had made a bad joke.

“Howdareyou question my decisions, Professor Copeland?”

His laughter must have infuriated her.

“Tststs,someone seems to be eavesdropping on the director. And then,of all people,such an exemplary student.”

I spun around, startled, and spotted the tall Ruisangor with the chin-length, brown hair.Miles.He was leaning casually against the wall wearing his black shirt and coat of the same color, his dark brown eyes scrutinizing me. Probably the same eyes of whatever he was bloodthirstily killing when he illegally entered our territory.

In his hands, he twirled a curved steel blade, reminding me far too late of who this guy was and that he was near me again.

A crooked grin spread across his face. Scorn reflected in it.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed angrily.

He should know that I wasn’t delighted to see him lurking around here. Who knew what he was up to. Had he come to get revenge for my threats earlier? Had I perhaps underestimated him?

“I could ask you the same thing,pup.”

What?What had he just called me?

“Who do you think you are?”

Demandingly, I stepped closer, only to get further away from the door. I wished I had a pane of bulletproof glass between me and him.

Miles put on a playfully innocent look.

“Aw,is the little puppy getting restless now? Or is shestillrestless because she’s now facing some serious competition in a campaign?”

In addition to the corners of his mouth, his brows were now moving upward.

“Why are you doing this? What’s in it for you?” I snapped at him, but tried to keep my rage under control, which in turn I used to cover up my nervousness.

I didn’t know what this man was capable of. Father had said that if we ever met a Ruisangor, we should watch every single move they made, because it could mean our death. But strangely enough, I felt no fear. I was well-trained, and there were rules here, even if I doubted that the guy in front of me was interested in them.

We both wanted to see the other one buried deep down at the cemetery of Blairville. I was sure of that.

“Actually, it was just a joke, but now that I see how much I can drive a paranoid Senseque crazy with it…”

His smirk was getting on my nerves. And now he was also making fun of me?He had picked the wrong person.

“Don’t you know who I am? Who my father is?” I tried to remind him that he shouldn’t even look at me, let alonetalkto me, if he cared about his life.

“I know that perfectly well, and no…” He raised both brows. “I don’t give a shit.”

The cheeky grin that followed gave me the rest. Now I understood Nash. This Ruisangor seemed to bebeggingfor a beating.

“One last time.” I pressed my lips together, clenching my hands into fists, trying to keep my voice low. “Why are you here?!”

The mere thought that he could have ambushed my uncle sparked new anxiety in my chest.

He eyed me with a grin. “I just wanted to take some papers to the director.”

“Of course,”I growled mistrustfully.

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