The path to the administrative wing felt longer than usual.
Rayne’s shirt clung to her damp skin, her heart still racing from what almost happened minutes ago—and now, from whatever this was.
Lucian walked beside her in silence, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.
The lamps lining the hall cast long shadows, but even the quiet didn’t settle her nerves.
Calloway only summoned cadets at night for one of two reasons: disciplinary action or emergencies.
Rayne had no illusions about which this was.
When they entered, Instructor Calloway stood by his desk, a thick file in hand. His face was unreadable—stern, as always—but his silence set her on edge more than any yelling ever could.
Lucian gave a curt nod. “Sir.”
Rayne followed suit. “You wanted to see us?”
Calloway’s gaze f
