Victoria spent the entire morning trying to focus on class.
It didn't work.
The professor stood at the front of the room discussing ancient magical structures and supernatural history, but Victoria's attention drifted every few minutes.
Part of her kept returning to the Hidden Wing.
To the seal.
To the gatekeeper.
To the darkness trapped beneath Bloodright Academy.
Another part kept returning to the people around her.
To Rowan.
To Luca.
To the strange feeling that her life was changing in ways she couldn't control.
By lunchtime, her head hurt.
The bell rang, and students immediately began filing out of the classroom.
Conversations filled the hallway.
Laughter echoed from nearby rooms.
For the first time in days, Bloodright Academy felt like a school instead of a battlefield.
