Chapter 55
Viona's POV
I had grown used to the rhythm of Edenvale. The laughter-filled corridors, the mix of human chatter and the faint undercurrent of other presences that only my heightened senses could detect. Four months had passed since I began my life here, blending carefully into the human world while guarding my identity. Everything had been steady-predictable, even.
Until recently.
For a week now, I have noticed it. A faintly familiar scent lingering in the halls, sharp enough to stir old memories but too out of place to accept easily. It clung to the air after classes, brushed faintly past her during lectures, and lingered on the breeze in the courtyard. I told myself I was imagining things. Flora was supposed to be in a pack house-or perhaps already on her way to Chad for h
