Zara's POV
My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Class this morning had sputtered through left hips to right jabs, but my mind replayed last night on a loop. Why had he been in the girls' dorm at midnight? My stomach twisted.
It was combat class today, mirrors, staff grinds, old martial arts runes were chalked to perfection on the wooden floor. Even here, my gaze kept drifting to the archway leading to the side corridor. Heart scraping.
At the end of class, Professor Adira, she wore her dark hair in a braid like a whip, clapped her hands, calling us all in close.
"Important announcement," she said, her voice sweet and rough all at once. I inhaled, no one else had heard the growl, no one else was living my nightmare.
"We have a group project," she continued. "Four o
