Kestrel's POV
Sera is breathing fire and brimstone on my neck the moment I step into our shared dorm room. The space is cozy but cramped with two twin beds with matching navy comforters, two desks cluttered with textbooks and empty coffee cups, and a small window that overlooks the quad. Right now, it feels suffocating with the weight of her anger.
"Where did you go, leaving me in worry only to return back like a runaway bride?" she demands, her hands on her hips. She's still in her pajama pants and robe, her hair in curlers that make her look like an angry porcupine. "I was worried sick!"
I sink onto my bed, the torn wedding dress pooling around me like spilled milk. The ivory silk is ruined beyond repair, stained with soot and ash, the delicate beadwork is now dulled and scattered. "I
