Alaric sat there for another moment, shaking ice crystals off his sleeve. His arm was numb from the cold. His head felt stuffed with cotton. And he was pretty sure he'd just been lectured by his fiancée about not being an embarrassment.
Great start to the day.
Then he stood slowly, gathered his things—which apparently he'd brought to class even though he didn't remember taking notes—and followed Verelia out into the corridor.
She was already gone. Probably off to the library to start studying immediately like the perfect student she was.
Alaric rubbed his eyes. Tried to shake off the exhaustion that had been weighing on him since last night.
"Just what was that?"
The memory flickered through his mind—his eyes glowing in the washbasin's reflection. The burning sensation. The dizziness that had slammed into him.
Then... nothing.
He frowned, trying to pull up what happened after. But—
Blank.
