Sleep refused to come.
I had been lying in bed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling; the same thoughts kept circling through my head.
The dead girl.
My name written in blood.
Symon's mana found on her body.
None of it made sense.
And somehow, every answer seemed to point back at me.
I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes.
Nothing.
I opened them again.
The room was dark except for the faint orange glow from the fireplace. The academy had gone quiet hours ago. I wasn't supposed to be awake, let alone outside. Zudrik had placed me under curfew after the council hearing, and after what happened earlier, I had no intention of giving anyone another reason to suspect me.
Still, something bothered me more than the accusations.
Symon was gone.
I hadn't heard his voice sin
