The exam should’ve taken everyone at least forty-five minutes.
But Bria stood up thirty minutes into the class with all her answers bubbled in and words scribbled all over her test. She handed me the papers, barely looking me in the eye. I grabbed them from her tightly, wanting to tell her to go sit back down, to look over her answers again.
She might’ve been good at mythology, but she hadn’t seemed focused since she came back from the bathroom. And our mind link hadn’t formed yet, so I couldn’t hear what was bothering her or tell if it was me who was being overbearing or not.
“Bria,” I said quietly when she let go of the paper.
After glancing up at me briefly, she turned on her heel and hurried down the walkway toward the auditorium exit. I balled my other hand into a fist behind my b
