Chapter 133 Good

• Angel slumped into her seat at the back of the lecture hall, her eyelids heavy and her body aching from the grueling shift she’d pulled at the club the night before. Her ginger hair, tied hastily into a messy bun, felt like it weighed a ton. She barely registered the professor walking into the room, his voice a faint echo as he greeted the class and began the lesson.
• Her notebook lay open in front of her, but the words on the page blurred together as her vision clouded with exhaustion. She blinked hard, trying to focus, but her head dipped forward involuntarily. Before she could stop herself, her breathing evened out, and she drifted into sleep right there in the middle of the lecture.
• A faint snore escaped her lips, breaking the quiet concentration of the room. Heads turned, and whispers began to ripple through the rows of students.