NOVA
Right now, I'm the farthest thing from comfortable. All eyes are on me, and I'm trying not to freak. Is there something on my face? Is my mark showing? Definitely not. I'm wearing a black turtleneck today and a freaking bomber jacket just to make sure no one gets a glimpse of the red runes. But the problem is, Theo and Uriel are staring at me just like the other boys are. We are in the classroom waiting for our instructor to arrive, and I'm about to lose my mind.
"Okay, spit it out," I hiss under my breath. Uriel blinks twice.
"It's just...you're okay..."
I stare at him, unsure of what he's insinuating.
"What he's trying to say is that you're not supposed to be okay," Theo says, and I frown at him. That makes no sense.
"What do you mean?" I ask, and they exchange bewildered glan
