The sudden, sharp sound of knocking cut through the quiet of the top floor.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I stopped in the middle of the room, my hand hanging in the air. My brow furrowed as I stared at the heavy wooden door.
The training had completely drained my body, and my head was still light from the sheer exhaustion of pushing my soul space. Lyra had promised me no one would bother me for the next few hours.
Who the hell is that?
I walked to the door with quiet, careful steps and placed my hand on the lock. The heavy mechanism clicked, and the door slid open.
I blinked.
Standing in the doorway was a tall figure, illuminated by the dim light of the hallway. Long, pristine black hair fell over her shoulders, and a pair of sharp, ocean-blue eyes — the exact same color as mine, locked onto my face with a terrifying focus.
Sylvia von Celestial. My older sister. The Student Council Vice President.
