Lucan's POV
The exam should have taken every student at least forty-five minutes.
Yet Clara stood thirty minutes into the class with every answer filled in and notes scrawled across her test. She handed me the papers without meeting my eyes. I took them tightly, wanting to order her to sit back down and check her work again.
She might have been skilled at mythology, but she had not looked focused since returning from the bathroom. Our mind link had not formed yet, so I could not sense what troubled her or know whether I was being too controlling.
“Clara,” I said quietly as she released the paper.
She glanced up at me for only a second, then turned and hurried down the aisle toward the auditorium exit. I clenched my other fist behind my back, hating how she ignored my order to stay wi
