Michael clenched his jaw and analyzed Grace and Noah’s closeness. “Are you a couple?”
Grace snapped her eyes at him, suddenly aware of the intimacy she was displaying.
“Grace is upset and worried,” Noah replied.
“She seems comfortable in your arms,” he accused. “You spend a lot of time in the attic.”
Grace circled Andrea and pointed a finger at Michael. “As far as I’m aware, you and I aren’t a couple. I don’t understand why you’re questioning Noah and me when there’s something a lot more important happening in our capital.”
“That’s enough.” Andrea put herself between Michael and Grace. “Grace can date whomever she wants.”
“Not one of our teachers,” Michael protested.
Grace snarled at him. “Noah’s my mate. Do you have a problem with that?”
Noah grabbed her shoulders before she pushed Andrea aside to intimidate Michael.
“Calm down. This is no place to…” Noah looked at the rest of the students, who were deadly silent, staring at them. “I guess we could announce it like this.”
“M-mates?” Michael stepped back with widened eyes. “He’s half-vampire.”
“And I’m half-angel. He’s also half werewolf. What’s your point?”
“The celestials will never approve of this,” Michael claimed.
Grace rolled her eyes. “As if I care about what my other relatives think. My grandfather is my real family. Noah is part of my family now. Right now, we are wasting time discussing this when Grandpa might be hurt.”
Andrea intervened. “We should go to the office and call the headmaster.”
“He was due to return home today,” Grace stated. “Maybe he’s on the road.”
Darren got up from his seat, ruffled his hair, and fixed the scarf around his neck. His brown hair partially covered his blue gaze. “The bomb was targeting the celestials. The Parliament wasn’t targeted. If the headmaster is still in the capital, he should be at his friend’s home. I’m sure he’s safe.”
“Where are you going?” Andrea asked Darren when he left the sofa and walked to the door.
Darren shrugged. “The bell is ringing. Am I the only one who heard it?”
Grace took Noah by his hand. “We should call Grandpa.”
They walked to the office and left the rest of the students in front of the TV.
Before Grace could dial the number, someone knocked on the door.
Darren peeked inside. “Grace, did you order a pizza?”
“No. Why?”
“There’s a delivery guy with a pizza at the door.”
“Ask the others if they ordered it. Do you need money to pay?”
“The guy says he’ll only deliver the pizza to you. I tried to pay for it.” Darren sunk his hands in his pockets and let his shoulders sag.
Grace frowned and looked at Noah. “I’m sure I didn’t order anything.”
“It was probably one of them and gave the restaurant your name,” Noah deduced. “We can call the headmaster after sending the delivery guy away.”
“Fine. I’ll accept the pizza.”