By morning, everyone knew.
The academy was louder than usual; students clustered in every corridor, whispering about what had happened during the night. Two students were dead, and nobody seemed to know why — but that hadn't stopped them from deciding who was responsible.
I kept my head down on the walk to class. It didn't help.
People stared. Some went quiet the second I passed. Others didn't even bother.
"That's him." "Symon Wardreth." "Wasn't he the one accused yesterday?" "He was found near the first body, wasn't he?"
I clenched my jaw and kept walking. The second girl had turned up in the cemetery, and I'd been there too — even if nobody else knew it yet. That fact sat in my chest like a stone I couldn't put down.
I reached my classroom and found Amelia standing near the entranc
