POV: Luna
The Great Hall is packed for dinner.
I'm sitting with Nova, Aria, Sienna, and Lyric at our usual table near the back. The noise is overwhelming. Hundreds of students talking, laughing, the clatter of plates and silverware echoing off the high ceiling.
I'm trying to focus on my food, but I can't shake the feeling that something's about to happen.
Darius has been too quiet since this morning. Too calm.
That's never a good sign.
"You okay?" Nova asks, nudging my arm. "You've been staring at that chicken for like five minutes."
"Just thinking."
"About Ryder?" She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Nova, stop."
"I'm just saying, you two were very—"
She's cut off by the sound of a chair scraping loudly against stone.
The entire hall goes quiet.
I look up and my stomach drops.
Darius
