Octavia's Point of View
The chime of my phone breaks through the quiet of the cafeteria. My tray is mostly untouched, the toast has gone cold, the fruit bowl is half eaten. I glance down, and Rafael’s name lights the screen. The message is short, clipped, urgent.
'Meet me in 15 minutes. Somewhere private. There is something you all need to hear.'
Kai notices my frown the second I read the message.
“What is it?” he asks, setting down his fork.
“Rafael,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “He wants us to meet him. In fifteen minutes. At a private spot.”
Kai arches a brow, suspicion flickering across his face, but he does not question me. He just nods his head, pushes his tray aside, and grabs his jacket. I follow his lead, my nerves twisting tighter with each step we take out of the cafet
