Damon once again found himself trudging down the evening path, sporting a fresh black eye and a haggard appearance. He winced as he adjusted his gait.
A raven glided silently above him, disappearing into the twilight.
As he approached the academy gates, he spotted Lilith Astranova seated by the fountain. The evening sun cast a warm glow on her red locks, her porcelain skin almost luminous. She was an exquisite sight—curves in all the right places, full red lips that stood out like blood on snow.
But Damon was in no mood to appreciate her beauty.
Muttering faint curses under his breath, he stalked forward.
Lilith glanced up at him.
"You're late again."
Her gaze lingered on his bruised face.
"What happened this time?"
Damon scowled.
"I ran into the same wall from yesterday."
Lilith arched an eyebrow.
"Wasn't it the pavement?"
He clicked his tongue.
"Tsk. Same thing."