She looked at herself in the small mirror above the sink. Her hair was still wrapped in the towel, dripping water down her neck. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were wild.
*Pull yourself together,* she commanded herself. *He's just a man. Just a man. Just your fated mate. Just the headmaster. Just the most intimidating person you've ever met.*
She grabbed the hairdryer.
The noise was a blessing—loud and mechanical and blessedly ordinary. It drowned out the chaos in her head, gave her hands something to do, gave her a few precious moments to compose herself.
She dried her hair as quickly as she could, not bothering with style, just aiming for not dripping wet. Then she ran a comb through the damp strands, pinched her cheeks to bring some color back, and took a deep breath.
*You can do t
