I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about the new teacher, consumed by the mystery that surrounded her. The Oath of Silence, the way she approached me, how she held herself. She had a certain air of serenity to her, a calm in the storm.
My thoughts were consumed by the way she communicated, by simply moving her hands. Words hidden in the flick of a wrist or an elegant gesture. How did they understand each other?
I wanted to know more about her, about the Banshees, but I knew I couldn’t. In the Academy, everyone stayed in their own lanes. My fellow classmates wouldn’t understand my fascination.
It was probably better this way.
My restlessness drove me out of bed and I exchanged my bedroom for the living area. As much as I despised what I was about to do next, I couldn’t stop my
