Damien tilted his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes locked onto the girl before him.
She was angry.
Not just irritated. Not just frustrated. Angry.
And that was… interesting.
Her jaw was tight, her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her posture rigid in a way that suggested she was barely containing herself.
He could almost hear the words echoing in his head.
"You're pathetic."
He had heard those exact words before.
From Celia.
And yet… this was different.
When Celia had said it, there had been nothing but disgust in her voice. She had thrown those words at him like a weapon, a way to cut him down and make herself feel better.
A way to step on his pride. To degrade him. To remind him of his place beneath her.
But Isabelle…
Isabelle Moreau had no reason to do the same.
She had no connection to him outside of this classroom. No personal history, no emotional ties. To her, he was nothing more than another student.
So why was she so angry?
Why did she care?
