Emi spent the rest of the day in a fog.
She went through the motions of her training. She helped Marco with his homework. She took Bartholomew outside for some "sun time," which mostly involved watching a snail sit on a rock for forty-five minutes while Soomin explained in detail why the Fox thought Bartholomew was "a wise old soul trapped in a gastropod's body."
Just normal Onyx House stuff. Totally fine.
Except every time she turned around, she caught someone watching her.
Natalia, her purple eyes narrowed to slits.
Skylar, expression unreadable behind a cloud of clove-scented smoke.
Even Soomin, tilting her head like the Fox was telling her something.
By dinner, Emi felt like she might vibrate out of her skin. She pushed food around her plate, too nervous to eat.
"You okay?" Monica asked, sitting across from her.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah! Totally fine! Just, you know, tired from training!"
Monica studied her. "You're a terrible liar."
"What? I'm not lying!"
