Donovan’s gaze was as cold as the winter sea, piercing through Arielle with an air of indifference that bordered on disdain. His lips curled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he spoke, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh. You're the one that Vinson shoved into my class.”
Arielle’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, the sharpness of his words cutting deeper than she’d anticipated.
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