We walked the rest of the way to class in silence. Not tense silence—not the kind where I was bracing for her next line of fire—but the kind where she was clearly turning something over in her head. Which, honestly, was worse. Because Celestia thinking too hard usually meant trouble for me.
We slipped into the room just before the stragglers. I took the seat beside her, setting my bag down, pretending to go through my notes. That's when I felt it. The weight of her stare.
Slowly, I lifted my eyes. "…What?"
Her head tilted, a single brow arched. "Don't tell me you feel bad for her."
I blinked. "Who?"
She just kept staring. No flinch. No blink. Just those sharp, knowing eyes of hers locked on me like she could peel the answer straight out of my head.
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "…Okay, maybe a little."
Her mouth curved—not a smile, not exactly. More like she was amused I even tried to dodge. "You're terrible at lying."
