“Do you think everyone’s still talking about us?” Maren whispered beside Jenna as the convoy rolled to a smooth stop in front of the academy gates.
Jenna shot her a flat look. “You even have to ask?”
Maren peeked out the tinted window. Already, the hum of gossip was everywhere, students clustered at the entrance, some pointing openly at the sleek Rolls-Royce Kaelion had sent for them, others whispering behind their hands.
Maren groaned. “Great. Another day of being the headline show.”
Jenna smoothed her skirt, ignoring the pinch in her chest. “Let’s just walk in like we don’t hear them.”
“People like them never get bored,” Jenna replied quietly, gathering her bag as the driver hurried to open her door. “They thrive on someone else’s misery.”
The driver opened her door. The second her
