Elena.

I shot Killian a glare, tapping my fingers on the table. The soft tapping sounded much louder in my own head. He looked back at me and flashed a thin smile, anything but friendly, then pointed to the whiteboard with the words "William Shakespeare" written on it.

I resisted the urge to chew my cheek, trying to read what was written there, before finally giving up. The writing looked like a collection of foreign words that had been intentionally arranged to make me feel stupid.

“What do you think was the inspiration behind William Shakespeare's writing this poem?”

Killian’s tone was light, too light for someone who was clearly...