“Agnus, right?” I grin at him, showing my teeth. He gives me a curt nod, pretending, like I am, that it’s the first time we’ve met. “If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to drive my fiancée to school now.” “Agnus can do it.” She tries to wriggle away, but I dig my fingers into the tender skin of her waist, making her wince under her breath. “I’m sure he’s a busy man.” I smile. “Right?” “Yes, indeed.” He ruffles her hair, and she blushes so furiously her pale skin turns rosy. “Call me if you need a ride home.” I grind my molars, but I speak through my usual smile. “No need. I’ll do it.” And with
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