The break was nearly over. The world had kept spinning, but Lilith felt like she hadn’t moved in weeks.
Most hunters from the academy had gone home right away after the trial, taking their small victories and exhaustion with them. The Obsidian Order’s dorms stood half-empty, corridors echoing with the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant crash of the sea. The air smelled of salt, old wood, and something colder beneath it, like the calm before a storm that refused to pass.
Lilith hadn’t gone home before, as she had her own mission, and the same for now, but she had to wait to get to the truth.
Her grandfather was still in the States, buried deep in The Order affairs that no one talked about aloud. She’d thought about going, about facing him, demanding answers about the things Isabe
