There's something weird about having someone pin you down and inspect your torso like it's a science project—and even weirder when that someone is supposed to be a guy.
Except, she's not.
Not really.
Leona was pretending to be a boy at Velcrest Academy. That was part of her storyline. A big secret she was carrying—something no one was supposed to know. Not her classmates. Not her instructors.
Not even me.
But I knew. Because I've read the plot.
So, no matter how sharp she acts, how rough her words are, or how many times she brushes off attention like a grumpy tomcat… at the end of the day, she's still a girl.
A girl my age. A girl raised in a cage of lies and expectations.
And just like any other girl, she's probably curious too.
About things.
About boys.
I mean, she was currently straddling me and unbuttoning my shirt like she was trying to figure out if I came with instructions.
But unlike most heroines in fantasy novels, Leona has... preferences.
