Adrian was still in her room, sitting by the window and quietly reading through a few notes.
Sylvie lay asleep on the bed, her face calm and peaceful.
Seeing her like that was a relief.
Everything that had happened today must have shaken her—no matter how prepared she claimed to be or how indifferent she tried to seem.
Adrian had stayed by her side, knowing she'd need someone. She didn't have many friends in the academy, and the few she did have were in the infirmary.
Allen was still recovering, and Olivia was with him, taking care of his wounds.
If I hadn't been there at that moment… even a few seconds later might have cost him his life, Adrian sighed to himself.
Allen—descendant of the one who once struck down the Darkness itself, a being powerful enough to kill a god when the time came. And yet… he'd grown soft. Careless, even. Maybe it was because he hadn't been in a situation like this for too long—a situation where his life truly hung by a thread.
