I don’t know how I manage to hold on until lunch. I spend my time in the library, not letting anyone see that anything’s wrong. I don’t show it on the outside. I don’t even understand why I’m making myself do that. Not fully. But somehow, I feel it inside. It’s the only right choice in this moment.
However, when the time comes, I can barely force myself to get up from the chair and put all my notebooks aside. I put everything into my bag, then half drag myself to the cafeteria. Do I really have to go through with this? I know that I’m going to break down the moment I hear it officially.
Up until this moment, I was telling myself that this Cyrus guy was messing with me. That he was just someone visiting Kir. A relative maybe? But how would he know me? And blood magic? Nothing adds up. It
