Chapter 12

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“Dante?” Warm fingers gently slapped my cheek.

“Stop manhandling me,” I grumbled. I opened my eyes to look into startlingly blue eyes. “Dr. Autry?”

“Yes. Are you all right?” Those eyes actually appeared concerned, which was rather nice.

“I’m…Uh…I need to use the restroom.”

Fortunately, he didn’t say again? “Are you steady enough on your feet? Beekman, help Mr. ap Owen to the men’s room.”

How come all of a sudden I was Mr. ap Owen and not Dante?

“Because the entire class is watching,” he said softly, and I wanted to bang my head against the desk.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“I’m afraid so. Go on. I’ll talk to you after class.”

“Come on, ap Owen. I don’t have all day to babysit you.” What was Beekman pissed about?

I frowned at him. Come to think of it, he’d been at that party a week and a half ago—that was his name—and I vaguely remembered him being awfully chummy then.