The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0466

"You must work very hard, little bird," Blaze says, smiling at me. "And even then, it will take time to master."

"I will," I say, nodding again. "I'll work very hard!"

"Tonight, then," he says, bobbing his head. "Here, after your Chemistry class. We will begin."

I express my thanks eagerly as I get to my feet, holding out a hand to shake Blaze's, but to my surprise he holds out his arms and wraps me in a warm hug. I laugh and return the gesture. He steps away after a moment, heading towards another door in the room, as Faiza comes to my side.

"He's cool, isn't he?" she says, looking after him, fond.

"Did he teach you?" I ask, curious.

"He still does," she says with a sigh, turning to smile at me. "You never really finish learning - not quite. Plus, obviously, he can still kick my ass as easy as breathing."

I laugh, shaking my head, hardly able to believe it. "All right, come on," Faiza says, looping her arm in mind and tugging me towards the door to the corridor. "Time for part two." "Part two?" I ask, curious because...well, honestly, because I thought that was it.

she says, giving me a devious grin. "Evenings are for Blaze - mornings on days that you have Chemistry? Those you spend with

assumed Faiza was going to be teaching me the martial arts alongside Blaze. What else could she actually

sort of things I'm good at. I tell her about my years of ballet, and etiquette classes,

Faiza says, pulling a key out of her pocket when we reach a rough, dark wooden door. She deftly twists the key in the lock and pushes the door open, revealing a comfortable office with a bunch of boxes

stepping in and sitting in a chair that she waves me to as she

me and lounging in it with one leg over an arm, studying me from head to toe with deliberate interest as I sit across from her. "The real question is...how good are you at

thousandth time that day, my

bursts

clicks as I try to find words, just staring at her, and Faiza - still laughing - smiles

me. "You are too cute -

am!?" I gasp,

You hang around Rafe Sinclair, you look identical to your mother, and you make absolutely no effort

my lap, and

when I realize that her tone is genuine. "I mean, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You have actually done

them," I say, my shoulders