She didn’t make any friends. Just Josh—mostly because he belonged to Varendolf and attended the academy too. He was two years ahead of her, yet he still carved out moments to see her between classes.
Vikron didn’t like it one bit. Camille felt it every time Josh came near her. But he wouldn't stop everyone from talking to her… even if he wanted to...even if he could.
Camille barely registered the body she collided with until a cold, high-pitched scoff cut the air.
“Oh. . .sorry. . .” The apology died on her tongue as she looked up.
“Oh, of course,” Leonora said, voice dripping sugar and poison in equal measure. “It would be you.”
Camille looked up to see Leonora Rosenmund, standing like the hallway belonged to her alone.
Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect cruelty in her eyes. Her
