Chapter 51 - The Forgotten Woman (1)

Irene's POV

Leon had been messing with my mind, twisting my thoughts until I was on the brink of losing it. His eyes would lock onto mine, burning into me, only for him to look away as if it meant nothing. What was he trying to say with those fleeting glances? What the fuck do you mean by that, Leon?

When I couldn't take the torment any longer, I hit the bar, slamming back drinks until my mind was numb. The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache, my mouth dry, but I still dragged myself to academy. The stench of alcohol clung to me, and it didn't take long for my fellow professors to figure out that I had smashed myself the night before.

I didn't let on about what was really eating at me, though. The only one who knew was my best friend, Rose. I was pretty sure she wouldn't spill my secrets to anyone.

Right?

Well, back to the topic of Leon.