Evaline:
The door opened quietly.
I lifted my head on instinct, expecting to see Oscar or Rowan... or maybe both of them, already preparing to rush us out of here because the clock was ticking far too fast for comfort.
Instead, Kieran stepped inside alone.
He carried a tray in his hands.
The faint clink of porcelain reached my ears before my eyes fully registered what I was seeing. A bowl. Steam rising from it in soft curls. The scent followed a second later... warm, simple, comforting.
Porridge.
I blinked, momentarily thrown off.
The men had stepped outside minutes ago, saying they needed to talk. I'd assumed they were coordinating our departure. It was already 3:13 in the morning. And in less than three hours, people would start waking up at the resort.
Breakfast was scheduled at eight, which meant students would be gathering, resort staff would be moving around, professors would be up, and questions would start forming the moment they realized we weren't there.
