AMARIS’S POV
Gladys clicked her tongue, turning back toward the counter. "You heard me."
Guilt coiled in my stomach.
I’d barely spoken to him for a few days now—almost like he had predicted that the Romanovs might pull me so deep into their world that I’d lose interest in our friendship.
But that wasn’t true—I missed him so much, almost unbearably.
So much had just been going on—all at once. Too many distractions, too many thoughts, too many threats.
That wasn’t an excuse, but for what it was worth, I’d never not reach out to Tobias at any given opportunity.
He was my constant.
"Where is he?" I asked, my gaze darting around the empty cafeteria.
Gladys waved a hand. "Principal Doom called him in earlier."
I frowned. "What for?"
She shrugged. "Routine staff check-ins, I’d assume.
