For a long moment, Isabella didn't move. She sat there, tucked into her bedding, her eyes flicking toward the door as if the wood itself might start explaining things to her.
The knock hadn't come again, but it lingered in her ears like an echo. She hugged her knees, lips pursing as her thoughts started spiraling.
Should she open it?
Should she stay put?
Honestly, who even dared to knock this early?
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the door. If it's Zyran again… She exhaled sharply through her nose, already imagining the nonsense he'd spout the moment she cracked it open. Something about soup portions, or joining her bed for "safety," or gods forbid, another door project.
Her mind drifted to Kian next. She frowned. He'd been far too quiet last night, the kind of quiet that unsettled her more than all of Zyran's antics combined. She still hadn't forgotten the little betrayal of finding out he'd act claimed the room right next to hers without even mentioning it.
