The chime of the second-period bell echoed through the Academy halls, pulling Kate from the turmoil churning within her. The memory of Deimon's kiss was a stolen ember on her lips, a searing brand against the cool afternoon air. It had begun innocently enough. Deimon, frustrated by her withdrawal after their argument, had suggested a walk to "clear the air." Hesitantly, she'd agreed, a fragile hope flickering within her.
They walked in silence, the rhythmic crunch of fallen leaves under their feet the only sound. But the quiet felt charged, a tangible tension humming between them. Kate found herself stealing glances at Deimon, his profile sharp against the dappled sunlight. He looked troubled, a furrow etched between his brows.
Suddenly, Deimon stopped. He turned to face her, his eyes re
