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through her flat, casually examining the furniture.
    “That’s because I haven’t told you what it is.”
    “And because you never participate in class. Everyone knows my bloody name—the professor calls on me far too often.”
    “Yes, Lilliana. That’s because you look as though you’re not paying attention. Conor, ” he said. “Conor is my name.”
    It was a nice moniker for him. Masculine and yet lovely, much like his outer shell.
    “Well, Conor,” she replied, her voice taking on a stubborn shade, “I do pay attention. Enough to know how many historical facts our esteemed professor butchers.” Lily felt her cheeks go hot, as though she were on the losing side of a debate that wasn’t taking place.
    “Does he now?” Conor eased himself onto the couch, making himself more comfortable than his hostess would have liked. “And what sorts of facts does he butcher, then?”
    “Never mind,” said Lily, who remained in a standing position across the large sitting room, unwilling to demonstrate any friendly body language. Whether this was for her sake or his, she wasn’t yet certain. “So listen, you never explained why you’re here, other than to attempt to trick me into admitting that you’re irresistible.”
    “Ah, so you admit it.”
    “I do no such thing. I’m merely trying to figure out why you’re now sitting on my couch instead of studying at home.”
    “I suppose I was hoping that we could study together,” said Conor, “And that you had notes from today’s class that I could look over.”
    At last, an explanation that makes some sort of sense, thought Lily. “I do,” she said. “You’re welcome to look at them, though it was really just a lot of review.”
    “Right, that’s fine. I just need to see if I missed anything.”
    Lily picked up the worn notebook from the coffee table and handed it to Conor, who flipped through it, looking for the latest entry.
    “Old school, you are,” he laughed, noting her penmanship, which bore a sort of antiquated quality. Her handwriting was more like calligraphy than printing or cursive, and it looked almost as though she’d used a quill to write. Perhaps her fountain pen had an internal feather that remained hidden.
    But he stopped when he came to a few red markings on one page. The notes read:
    People of Cornwall dead in plague: 100,000.
    In red, Lily had written “Wrong. The entire population was only around 90,000. The deaths were primarily only in areas inhabited by humans—our kind was impervious.”
    “What’s this?” asked Conor.
    Lily froze for a moment, realizing what he’d seen. If he figured out what he was looking at it could raise a lot of questions…
    Before two seconds had passed, she’d snatched the book from his hands. “It’s nothing,” she said. “I was thinking of writing a novel about ancient Cornwall. Fiction, of course. Completely. Science fiction, even.”
    “Relax,” said Conor, smiling once again. “I was only teasing you. Your notes are your own, Lilliana.”
    Something about the way her name rolled off his tongue sent a shot of electricity down her spine, seeming to continue its trajectory down the back of each leg and into her toes.
    “I…I know,” she said. “I’m just private about things like that. Here, I’ll find today’s notes for you.”
    She turned to that day’s page and tore it from the book, handing it over.
    “Thank you,” Conor said, pulling a tablet out of the messenger bag that he’d been carrying. He photographed the page on each side and then aimed the contraption towards her.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, throwing her hands in front of her face, but too late.
    “Taking a photo of you,” he said. “You’re so beautiful that I wanted a memento.”
    “Well…don’t,” Lily managed, turning away. “I don’t like having my photo taken.” In fact she wasn’t certain that she ever had, aside from for her student identification card.
    “It’s a shame,” said