Nevara
I excused myself from the dining hall the moment my appetite died—somewhere between the muffin and the rising tide of confusion.
Thoren hadn’t said much after the incident. Just tightened his jaw and laid down the law about food screenings. Michelle kept apologizing, eyes wide with guilt. And I—well, I’d nodded and smiled, like my chest wasn’t twisting into knots trying to figure out what the f**k just happened.
The moment I closed my bedroom door behind me, there was a knock.
I blinked, still mid-exhale.
“Sabrina?” I called, already knowing it was her.
The door creaked open, and she slipped in, face pale and drawn.
“Oh my gods,” she said immediately, “I am so sorry.”
I pulled the door fully open and waved her inside. “It’s okay.”
“No—it’s not.” She pushed her fingers into
