*Kyan*
“I have to go, Mom,” I tell her, rushing back into the castle to grab my bag, the one I haven’t even unpacked.
“I don’t understand why,” she says, hot on my heels. She’s fast for a woman her age. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know!” I blurt out, running a hand through my hair. “But something is wrong back at the campus. I can feel it.”
She darts around me, cutting me off, and takes me by the upper arms. “Kyan, darling, there is something you’re not telling me. I need to know what it is.”
“Mom–”
“Kyan!” She uses that voice she used to when I was little and in trouble.
I look around. We’re in the hallway, next to the door that leads to the gardens. I don’t see anyone milling around here, but I can’t explain everything while we’re out in the hall where anyone might walk over, eith
