It wasn’t the voices that made Reinhart pause. It was what he couldn’t hear anymore.
For a second, everything went still.
The leaves became calm, and even the wind itself had seized like it was holding its breath and trying to hide its presence.
This was how tense Reinhart's gaze made the atmosphere.
His eyes remained on the students for a few long seconds, then he exhaled heavily, relaxing his shoulders a little and shaking his head. "I'm getting paranoid..."
“Are you just gonna stand there all day, or are you coming out?” a deep and familiar voice came from the other side of the bush, breaking the silence he had created.
Reinhart recognized it immediately.
Garrion.
He let out another sigh—but this time it wasn't a sign of weariness, or frustration, but relief— and he pushed aside
