"Zeenare?"
The word exploded in Rhea's brain. She turned, her heart hammering against her ribs, to face the whole class.
"WTF." One of the students exclaimed as everyone immediately started murmuring among themselves.
"OMG!" Tia's hands flew to her lips. "So our weird 'immortal' professor has picked another victim. Congratulations, babe, you are free," Tia whispered in Rhea's ear.
The word floating around was like a needle in her side, like a rope around her neck, strangling her. Her chest tightened, a sharp, cold knot forming beneath her ribs. The air caught in her throat, a sickening pressure that made it impossible to swallow. The classroom, the faces, the noise—everything blurred into a suffocating fog.
"Who's the lucky slut?" someone in the crowd asked.
The question made Rhea turn pale as her gaze wavered across each of their faces. She glanced at Tia, wondering what she would do if she found out about this from others.
