POV: Vargus Shadow
I don't wait for explanations. I move.
Torin is already at my side by the time I reach the narrow servant's corridor branching off the back of the common room, the one none of us use, the one that shouldn't have anyone in it at all given the guards posted at every proper entrance tonight. My blood is still running hot from the forest, from the Construct, from everything the principal revealed in his office only hours ago, and whatever restraint I might have shown a day earlier feels entirely absent now. Every instinct I have is screaming that whatever waits in this corridor is connected to everything else that's happened tonight, and I intend to have answers before the sun fully clears the horizon.
"There," Torin says, voice low, nodding toward a shadow pressed flat a
