CHAPTER FOURTEEN

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|

"I am grossly disappointed at you all's a sorry excuse of an assignment!" the professor spat. The severity of his tone, which reeked of contempt and disappointment didn't garner even a sliver of reaction from me.

My pursed lips occasionally moved as I blended the edges of the drawing in my notebook. I wouldn't necessarily rate my sketching skills a ten over ten, but certainly not mid either. Sketching wasn't something I did regularly. It was more of a once-in-a-while thing that never turned out to be a flop.

I took a moment to appreciate the sketch in front of me. Even his sketch made my breath hitch so badly, creeping heat onto my cheeks and making my insides tingle so badly, causing them to erupt into butterflies that made me feel so light.

Unlike the impassive look he always wore, his features in my sketch softened a little, giving him an angelic look. He looked more alive, and that darkness that was always weighing him down, hanging around him, was nowhere t