Ravin's POV
I was sitting beside Elara when Mr. Logan walked in.
The lesson hadn't started yet, that comfortable stretch before things settled into the rhythm of a class, students still finding seats, bags being dropped, the general low noise of a room that hadn't committed to being quiet yet.
He scanned the room once.
"Has anyone seen the Stormrider captain today?"
The class offered the specific silence of people who hadn't and weren't entirely sure what the right response was. Someone near the back said no. Mr. Logan nodded, already turning, and walked back out the same way he came in.
I glanced at Elara.
She was doing a quiet scan of the room, her eyes moving row by row, and then she stopped. Looked back at me.
"Freya isn't here," she said.
"I see that."
"She's probably with
