Evaline:
By the time the sun rose on Friday, it felt like the entire Academy had somehow found a new reason to whisper again - and, of course, I was that reason.
Draven's little display in the dining hall the night before - the one where he made it kind of clear that I was off-limits - had two very different consequences.
First, it worked.
No one approached me anymore. Not a single overly confident senior, not a group of curious second years, and definitely not that pastry-offering senior who had made it a habit of showing up during meal times. The air around me was now clear of awkward approaches, nervous stammers, and random smiles.
It was… peaceful.
I could finally breathe without someone calling my name or tripping over their words to talk to me.
But of course, nothing good ever came without a price in this place.
