Reya’ POV
The infirmary was too quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that feels peaceful, but the sort that makes every tick of the clock scrape against your nerves.
Even the air felt still, heavy with that faint sterile scent that clung to the sheets and walls no matter how much they were aired out. I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, elbows resting on my knees, fingers idly turning the silver ring around my index finger. It was just something to keep my hands busy while my mind replayed the fight over and over again.
Leena’s face flashed in my head — the sharp twist of her mouth when she realized she couldn’t beat me, the way her eyes had glinted with a kind of hatred I’d seen before.
I could still feel the phantom ache in my ribs where she’d managed to land that one good hit, could still
