Liora’s POV
“I am unsurprised to see you so soon after this morning’s incident, Miss Belrose. But you, Zane? And even you, Mia—I expected better from you both.”
The principal pushed his glasses up on his nose and regarded all three of us, especially me, with consternation. The clock had just struck midnight; the twelve chimes on the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of Mr. Alder’s personal drawing room felt like twelve funeral bells tolling my untimely death.
The guards had taken us all directly to Mr. Alder’s personal apartment when they found us in the chemistry lab. The usually stern and cold man was even more so now that our antics had woken him in the middle of the night. It was strangely jarring, seeing him in a velvet robe over a striped sleep set and slippers rat
