I got back to my room around midnight and tried my best to be quiet when I walked in. It was all for nothing as I looked over and saw Loren wasn’t in her bed. I frowned and flicked on the light, allowing me to not stumble around like a bull in a China shop.
I pulled off my coat and flopping into my bed leisurely. I was still slick with sweat from training. Yet my mind felt like it was under water.
Between all the things that Valentin had told me and then Kairos seemingly trying to make nice with me, my head was a battlefield. I darted back and forth between thoughts of my mother and Valentin losing Zahara to trying to figure out what Kairos would gain from getting on my good side.
None of it made sense.
Why did Renault attack Zahara? Did Kairos think I was stupid? Valentin must’ve le
