Andria's POV
"Your pulse is racing," she murmured, looking at Aven and then back at me. "I really am bothered. This doesn't seem as though you are just bored. Is something bothering you?"
I turned just slightly, eyes narrowing. "No, I have already told you, I'm just bored," I said under my breath, rolling my eyes at the same time.
She smiled faintly, shrugging her shoulders. "Ok then, good for you."
I noticed Sir Kaelric gaze immediately; he had been staring intently at me the whole time. I felt butterflies in my belly; they knotted and twisted as the possibility of his having read my mind the entire time pricked me.
I blushed, and he shifted his gaze at that exact moment, a quiet, controlled movement, but I saw the way his jaw flexed.
He looked away almost immediately, focusing on the Headmistress's notes, but his knuckles had gone white where they gripped the table; his countenance screamed jealousy.
