LEAH’S POV
Instructor Selene stands behind the dark mahogany podium, her gray eyes slowly sweeping across the S-Class lecture hall. She takes her time, letting the silence stretch until even the nervous shifting in the back rows dies down completely.
The air in the room is still heavy from the confrontation moments before. My heart is beating against my ribs in a slow, hard rhythm, but my face remains cold and completely still.
No matter what I’m feeling, I can never let it show on my face. That would be suicide.
Selene does not mention Asher’s loud outburst. She does not look at Willow’s tear-stained cheeks, nor does she acknowledge the way Asher is still breathing heavily beside her, his face flushed with embarrassment and rage.
"Good morning, students of Class S," Selene says sof
