The instructor moved so quickly that Cassian flinched.
One moment she was staring, and the next her hand shot out and snatched the parchment from his desk. The rustle of paper was sharp, almost violent in the silence.
Her eyes were wide now as she stared down at his writing; her fingers clutched the page with a grip too tight for someone who had only moments ago been calmly lecturing about formal pronouns.
Cassian's heart began to hammer.
"I... I just copied it," he said, voice unsteady. "That's all. I wasn't trying to..."
She didn't answer. She didn't even look at him.
He turned desperately to Veyce, but the other boy only lifted a brow and gave a subtle shrug, mouthing, "No idea." His usual sarcasm was nowhere to be found.
Cassian's panic deepened as countless thoughts raced through his mind.
