Rowan
Kael was already up when I opened my eyes. He stood at the door with his arms folded, staring into the hall like it had offended him. Lucien finished buttoning his shirt and slid a book into his bag with neat movements that said he would like the day to behave. Sunshine sat at his desk with a pencil in his hand and a face that said it would not.
"Morning," I said. "Everyone ready to pretend we're civilized?"
Kael grunted. "Try not to cause problems before breakfast."
"I already did," I said. "I woke up."
Sunshine put the pencil down and looked at me. "About yesterday," he said. "The illusions in class. Thank you for stopping when I asked."
"You said stop," I said. "I heard you."
"I know," he said. "I wanted to say it."
Lucien's gaze flicked over. He didn't speak. He rarely did, unless words would fix something. Words could not fix us.
