Clare's POV:
The knock sent a shockwave of pure panic through my body, but Blaze didn't even flinch. If anything, he looked bored.
The professor cleared his throat, his voice laced with discomfort. "Enter."
The door swung open, revealing a man I had never seen before—but something about him made my skin crawl.
Pale. Too pale. Just like Blaze.
His eyes swept the room with sharp precision before landing directly on me.
"Clause," he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. "The Vice-Chancellor requests your presence. Now."
A cold sweat broke out across my back. I did not like the way he said my name.
Blaze, however, didn't even turn his head.
"No."
The single word was spoken with such authority that the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
The Vice-Chancellor's face twitched ever so slightly. "This is not a request, Blaze."
Blaze finally shifted his attention to him, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. He exhaled slowly, deliberately, before speaking.
