Ayla’s POV
I was heading back to my dorm, guards flanking me as usual, when I saw her.
Sienna stood outside the medical wing, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She looked thinner than I remembered, dark circles under her eyes. But she was standing. Alive.
Our eyes met across the courtyard.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The last time we were near each other, I nearly killed her. Drained her power until she collapsed, unconscious and broken.
I expected her to look away, to flinch or show some sign of the fear everyone else had when they looked at me now.
Instead, she walked straight toward me.
My guards tensed. One stepped forward protectively. "Miss Rashborne requires space…"
"Relax," Sienna said, her voice hoarse but strong. "I'm not here to fight her. I'm here to talk to
