Eira’s POV
The early sunlight slipped through the windows of BlueMoon’s hall, yet it barely warmed the chill creeping down my spine. Throughout the night I had been mulling over yesterday’s events, each replay intensifying the ache in my teeth.
Lucien and Kellen must’ve felt the same way, but I couldn’t worry about that too much and I was even avoiding them when I could because my body was stupidly and actively reacting whenever they got too close.
Breakfast was still chaotic but the students tried to cover it up with conversation and forced grins. Eyes followed me as I entered and murmurs trailed behind, but I held my head high and moved with composure despite my pounding heart.
Then there was Kellen.
He rested against the frame of the door with that irritating smirk—half cruel and
