"What exactly is going on here?"
Zayne stepped fully into the room, his voice calm but weighted, pulling every ounce of attention toward him.
Clara stiffened. I froze. Neither of us answered.
Zayne’s gaze passed over us once, his face giving nothing away, before he made the decision himself. “Fine. Since no one feels like talking, today’s class is over.”
His gaze flicked to Clara. “You can leave now. I’ll call you when I need you.”
Clara’s lips pressed thin. She stood, but not without a final glare tossed in my direction. I made sure to return it. For just a second, I thought I saw the corner of Zayne’s mouth twitch, as if he’d caught the exchange and almost found it amusing.
“Follow me, Mira,” he said.
I trailed him into his study, nerves prickling under my skin with every step. He
