She blinked.
Then again.
Baron and Riven and Lucian.
In the same unit.
In the same cursed dormitory wing.
She stared at the names one by one for reconfirmations but it wouldn't change.
Her pulse thundered. She didn't know if it was dread, or something more dangerous.
Behind her, Riven whistled low.
“Well, this will be cozy.”
Elowyn didn’t mean to ask.
She truly didn’t. Not with the entire dormitory humming with tension, and not with Riven only just returning from wherever he had disappeared to for a day and a half. But the words slipped out, quiet and almost careless.
“Where’d you go?”
Riven raised a brow, amused, but not smug. “A short private assessment,” he replied. “North Wing. Steep stairs. Grumpy old instructor. You didn’t miss much.”
Elowyn nodded slowly. She tried to l
