The hallway fell into a strange hush.
Students who had been pretending not to watch suddenly found the classroom walls fascinating—though their eyes kept drifting toward the entrance.
"Wow," Alina muttered under her breath. "The circus really followed us."
Damien pushed off the wall first.
A dark frown shadowed his face, and his aura spilled in small, relentless waves. A proof of just how foul his mood was.
No wonder no student dared to approach them.
"You—"
"You should go see Emily."
Damien's words died in his throat under Severine's calm voice.
His mouth closed slowly. The unfinished sentence deepened his frown.
"Bring some clothes too," Severine added, stopping a few inches away from him.
From the faint amusement in Emmett's green eyes, she could more or less guess who had soured Damien's mood earlier.
In moments like this, Emmett was particularly tolerable.
"What's wrong with her?" Damien demanded, his thoughts churned with implications.
