Lena
The ride home was silent.
Too silent.
Adrian sat beside me in the back seat while Evan drove.
Neither of them said much after we left the academy.
Every time I looked at Adrian, he seemed lost in thought.
His jaw remained tense.
His eyes stayed fixed on the window.
And every few minutes, his gaze dropped to my wrist.
To the silver crescent mark.
I finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Are you going to keep staring at my wrist?"
His eyes lifted.
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"No."
I rolled my eyes.
"You really need better lies."
Evan glanced at us through the rearview mirror.
"Can both of you stop?"
I looked at him.
"Why?"
"Because we're almost home."
Adrian scoffed.
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
Evan eyes met his through the mirror.
"And you don't get to deci
