The few days after my attack were somber, as expected.
The Monday after, I went to breakfast and was the topic of discussion yet again. Though, this time, everyone seemed to be eyeing me with pained looks instead of menacing glares. I swallowed thickly especially when Loren rubbed my back reassuringly.
I sat at my normal table, glancing out at Kairos’s table. I expected him to be glaring at me but his head was cast down, unflinching and sullen. I ate my breakfast and ran off to classes, hiding in the back of the classrooms the whole day.
Tuesday morning, Throne approached Loren and I at breakfast. He sat down at our table without a word. Loren stopped speaking mid-sentence to shoot him a look. He ignored it.
“Zora, I—” Thorne started before swallowing. “I’m so sorry.”
He looked at me
