"I mean, think about it. My hair is Purple. Who in this school has such an unusual color of hair aside from Roman. And he’s a werewolf." Violet said with excitement in her voice like a detective uncovering a grand mystery.
"Just because you have purple hair doesn’t make you a witch, Violet. Trust me, witches don’t exactly walk around advertising themselves like that."
Alaric leaned in again, his lips ghosting over hers, but before he could kiss her, Violet not only turned away but also placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back. Her mind was whirring with newfound theories, leaving no room for romance.
The maker of the moon, have mercy on him. Alaric sighed internally as he cast a glance down at the bulge in his trousers.
Violet, meanwhile, was entirely oblivious to his predicament.
"Then maybe I’m Fae," she pressed, her eyes sparkling with the idea. "The Fae are known for unnatural hair colors."
"And powers," Alaric added dryly. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"Mine could be locked away!" Violet countered with a triumphant smile. "What if I’m some hidden Fae princess, sent away to protect me until the right time when my powers awaken? Maybe my secret power is lightning, and that’s why I’m immune to yours!"
Alaric crossed his arms and raised a brow, trying not to laugh. "I didn’t know you had such a flair for storytelling, Violet. But even if it were remotely possible, you’re not Fae."
"And why not?" Violet shot him a hard look.
"You don’t have their grace," he replied firmly.
"Perhaps, that’s not the case but you have to admit that I make sense right?"Violet said, waiting for Alaric’s acknowledgement which never came.
Her enthusiasm visibly deflated at his lack of support. "Fine. Think whatever you want. Let’s just finish the assignment so I can go back to my dorm." She made to move away, but Alaric reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
"You’re a mystery, Violet," he said with his eyes holding hers. "And mysteries aren’t solved in one night. But if you’re willing, I can show you something amazing with my powers. Something that might make you forget about all these wild theories."
She raised a skeptical brow. "What about our homework?"
"I’ll handle it. I’m smart, remember?" He winked with a cocky grin .
"It’s a group assignment," she pointed out, crossing her arms. "We’re supposed to work together."
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