The sun hadn’t even risen when Ravenshore Academy began to stir. Word traveled fast here, too fast, and by dawn, every corridor hummed with it.
Lilith Rothwell killed a rogue.
Alone.
By the time she stepped into the main hall, conversations died in her wake. Students turned to look, whispers following like shadows. Some eyes were full of awe, others envy, and a few, like Harry’s, across the room, were unreadable.
The scent of silver and antiseptic lingered in the air. The rogue’s body had been brought in before sunrise, sealed under runic wards in the dissection chamber below the Hall of Blades. Only licensed and high-ranking hunters were allowed near it, but the Dean invited both the team leaders in for it, making an exception.
The elevator groaned as it descended into the undergrou
