The first incident was, hopefully, the last. Though she wanted to, Iris didn’t really believe it. She didn’t know why Zephyrus was in her classroom, but she knew it couldn’t be to take notes. He’d lived through it all just the same as she had, and…..with a sinking feeling, Iris realized she was coming to the subject of her family, at least, the side that was made up of her husband and his brothers. She didn’t always talk about them, especially during those periods where she was angry at Zephyrus….but lately, she had brought it all back into her lectures.
She thought briefly of skipping what she’d prepared, but barely entertained the thought. It was all in the summary, it was all prepared….she was going to have to do it. As Iris began the topic, she stared into those blue eyes and hoped he was reading her thoughts. Not. One. Word.