Rory's POV
“Aurora Blackfang, Professor Dante wants you in his office.”
The voice slit through the murmurs of the classroom vividly.
I turned my head toward the doorway where a woman in her late forties stood, her eyes sweeping across the room as though she were weighing the weight of her words. She didn’t wait for a reply. With the swish of her skirt, she walked out.
All eyes turned to me. My name, spoken like that full, formal, stretched heavy with authority to the walls of the classroom.
For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart thrummed wildly against my ribs, and a cold shiver worked its way up my spine. Then I exhaled, nodding faintly at Tessa. Her brows knit together, worry flashing in her eyes, but she gave me the smallest encouraging smile.
I pushed myself to my feet, gather
