A Pirate Skipping Class

As if making a dramatic exit from a grand performance, James strode out of the classroom, firmly grasping Angel's hand—almost like a hero rescuing his beloved from peril. Unaware of the gossip that would soon spread through the academy, he walked confidently beside her, still holding onto her hand.

Angel glanced down, slightly taken aback.

His grip was warm and strong, enveloping her smaller hand completely. It wasn't just the size difference—she could feel the sheer, immeasurable strength behind it.

James hadn't grabbed her hand with any grand intention. In fact, it was the first time he had done so. Normally, he would simply tug or grasp someone's arm to help them up, just as he had done with Cattleya before to forcefully make her follow him.