Zara's POV
"I think I forgot something again."
The words slipped out before I could stop them, low and a little too casual, as I sat across from Katrina in Elemental Theory. She didn't even look up from her notes.
"Like what?"
"I don't know," I muttered, chewing on the end of my pen. "That's the problem."
She finally glanced at me. "Are you sure you're sleeping enough?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
I wasn't. Not really. But it wasn't just sleep. It was like everything was foggy lately, my thoughts, my senses, my instincts. Like there was a sheet of plastic over my life, and I was pressing against it from the inside, muffled.
"Whatever it is," Katrina said, going back to her textbook, "maybe lay off the late-night training sessions. I heard you were in the infirmary again.
