Even though I was doing nothing wrong, my heart leapt up into my throat at the thought of someone seeing me here. What would the Banshees think? A Valkyrie having coffee with one of their teachers?
Surely, that couldn’t end well...
“Wait here,” Thea signed as she got up from the couch. She crossed to her front door and I held my breath.
Maybe I should hide. There was plenty of space behind one of the big shelves, but if I did that... Then it would imply that I thought I was doing something wrong. I couldn’t have that.
With caged anticipation, I waited.
A male student with untidy hair stepped into Thea’s flat, his shoes shrieking on the floor. He signed with a fluency that suggested years of practice and Thea answered with the same speed.
I tried to follow the conversation, but it was
