Evaline:
The fire crackled softly in front of me, the golden glow chasing away the chill that lingered even through the heavy drapes.
I was curled up on the long couch with my laptop balanced across my thighs. My fingers were flying across the keyboard as I typed out the notes I had been compiling all evening.
The tablet lay beside me, open to the PDF Kyros had sent earlier in the afternoon. It had summaries of everything covered in class from Tuesday through today. It wasn't much, just the basics of the new term, but that didn't matter.
I didn't want to let things pile up until I felt buried. The last thing I needed was to return to the Academy and drown in half-finished assignments.
So here I was, a Friday night, not at the Academy or bundled in bed, but hunched over my screen, tapping away like the model student everyone still expected me to be.
