EIRA’S POV
Lunch in the cafeteria hadn’t felt so relaxing.
I sat in between Kellen and Lucien, draped with the sound of trays clattering and laughter from the students that sat beside us. Although the air was filled with noise, I found comfort in it. For the first time I days, I wasn’t on edge, eyes darting around the room.
I was at peace.
Kellen was mid-story, animated as usual. He was gesturing with his fork about some disastrous practice that had happened a few days back. Lucien was leaning back on his chair, one hand draped along the back of mine, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“And then,” Kellen said, eyes lighting up. “He literally skates right onto the board, bumping his head!”
I burst out laughing, clutching my belly. “There’s no way you’re exaggerating.”
Lucien chuckle
