Zeda stared at her rescuer in admiration. Adrian truly was a sight to behold in his white, definitely expensive sweater—which she had come to think of as his signature outfit—paired with white loose pants and white slippers, his long blonde hair gently shifting behind him.

While Lucian was the fallen angel, Adrian was probably the rising angel.

“How dare you bully my student? What do you think you’re doing?” Adrian’s voice was like acid, and he glared at the seven bullies who ...