Sylvia Fenris’ POV
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By breakfast, the whole dining hall knew what happened the previous night.
I knew it the moment I walked in, the way the conversation dropped and eyes darted towards me and away again, fast and guilty. Like I was something shameful they didn't want to be caught looking at.
Suddenly, the long tables of students I had known for years felt like a gauntlet. Before I could even sit down, Nina grabbed my arm.
"Is it true?" she hissed, pulling me down on the bench beside her, eyes bright with a mix of scandal and worry I hadn't seen in her before.
"You kissed Thoros Myr?"
“Where did you get that?” Nina asked.
My stomach dropped through the floor. I didn't tell anybody. I hadn't even adm
