Raine POV
The air in the hall still smelled like burnt ozone and candle wax long after Professor Veyra vanished.
My hands wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how many times I rubbed my palms against my skirt. My heart hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was still alive that the growl of that thing wasn’t echoing from somewhere right behind me.
And then, of course, there was him.
Lucian stood at the edge of the dais, arms folded, posture loose in that calculated, predator-at-rest kind of way. The flickering candlelight threw sharp shadows across his face, turning his hazel eyes into something almost amused like watching me nearly die had been mild entertainment between classes.
I dragged in a shaky breath and turned toward him. “Evernight, huh?” My voice came out rougher than I intende
