Diana's POV
The last notes of her haunting melody still clung to the air like smoke.
As her smile widened, I saw it clearly now; her eyes weren’t just yellow. They shimmered like molten gold, alive with something unreadable.
My breath stopped.
I didn’t know whether to turn around and leave. The last thing I needed was more drama from another Ashmoor teacher.
“You have such a beautiful speaking voice. I hope it sounds just as nice in music,” she said smoothly, her voice like silk drawn across glass.
“Welcome. I’m Miss Dorathy, the music matron,” she added, walking toward me.
I tried not to flinch.
Up close, Miss Dorathy looked even more surreal.
Her silver hair shimmered like moonlight spun into silk, and her golden eyes, though dulled slightly by the warm lighting, still held an u
