“Why the fuck are you at the back of the class?” he snarled. “Because I refused to go along with Lionel’s Orderist bullshit,” I said heatedly, and a smirk tugged at his lips. “Well fuck Honey Highspell, beautiful, I’ll help you with whatever it is,” he said, and my throat thickened at what he’d called me. He hurried on like he was trying to ignore that little slip while I held my breath. “I mean, if you want me to.” He shrugged and I tugged my lower lip between my teeth as I nodded.
