Arielle was surprised that the man knew her alias. She paused momentarily before answering, “Yes, I am.”
The man’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Donovan caught the word “San” from where he stood.
He felt his heart skip a beat. His mentor had once mentioned an alumnus who went by San, though she was more widely known as the Goddess of Study.
It can’t be… Arielle can’t be San!
A wave of fear crashed into Donovan. He felt like he was suffocating as if he were truly drowning and his lungs had been filled with water. Although his thesis defense was right around the corner, there was still a chunk missing from his dissertation.
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