I didn't have the energy to argue as they filed into my suite.
Class A came with rooms that were frankly embarrassing: a sitting area with a velvet couch, a glass desk, a leather armchair, a window that ran from floor to ceiling. I'd spent two years mostly ignoring all of it. Tonight it suddenly looked very full.
Cecilia claimed the armchair by the desk at once, sprawling in it with a careless grace that made it look like a throne. Her golden curls fell over one shoulder, and her crimson eyes fixed on me with the look that had half the Academy wrapped round her finger.
Seraphina leaned against the window. The moonlight behind her caught her silver hair and outlined her, tall and still. Her ice-blue eyes went over me once, from head to foot, the way a medic checks a patient.
Rose shut the door quietly behind them and stood near the end of my bed, calm as ever, her auburn hair in a plain braid, her brown eyes steady.
