JUNIPER'S POV

"What does he want from you?" Hiram's voice cuts through.

I shrug casually, brushing him off.

"Probably to ask why I missed his class. He is my lecturer, you know." Hiram's brows knit together with a frown, which makes me regret my response at once, as I hadn't intended it to sound the way it did.

"God, Hiram. Not every lecturer is out to sleep with me. Professor Victor is old, strict, and probably has a lovely family." I try to sound nonchalant, but the unease in his gaze ...