Though it was only afternoon, the sky had darkened with heavy clouds. The lamp posts around the Sexton buildings were now lit with bright flames while the lands around were only going to get darker.
"...thank God," Ruelle murmured, her finger gliding down the parchment until she found Hailey's name. One subject failed just like her and Kevin had barely passed.
Lucian, who stood just behind her, let his gaze shift from the parchment to the curve of her spine as she leaned in toward the board, head slightly tilted, hair loose near the nape. It was the kind of detail he shouldn't have noticed—the way her ribbon had loosened.
Her dress clung differently now compared to when she had first arrived, which was looser around the shoulders. It was evident she wore hand-me-downs.
