It’s not like I wanted to come home and gush to either of them about how dreamy Cassius was. Dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Cheekbones that could cut fucking glass. As much as I hated to admit it, and despite the fact he was a Corbin, he was still fucking hot. But neither of my parents needed to know my feelings on that — or the fact we’d already had two duels and it was only the second week of class.
