Andria's POV
"You can believe whatever helps you sleep at night," I replied, my voice calm but firm, in a friendly tone, hoping he understands that I don't want to disclose the actual mess that I'm in.
He made a dramatic sigh. "Mysterious as always. Fine, keep your secrets."
When we reached the point where the paths split, we stopped. "Goodnight, Arlo."
"Goodnight, Princess Aria of Nowhere," he teased, giving a little bow before turning away. 'Arlo must be the most hilarious individual that I have ever met in Ashwood Academy, ' I muttered to myself.
I shook my head and continued toward the Alpha successors' dorm. The building loomed ahead, its tall windows lit like watchful eyes.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I felt it, the tension, thick and heavy in the air.
They were all there. Aven, Tristan and Damon. Hanging around the sitting room like predators circling prey. Their eyes locked on me the second I opened the door; their eyes were so intense and demanding answers.
