Evaline:
I barely managed to shut the door behind me before leaning against it, my fingers trembling as they hovered near the lock. I didn't lock it. I didn't even know why.
Maybe because I knew who it was.
And I was right.
Draven stood at the center of my room as if he owned the space, his Academy uniform still perfectly crisp despite the soft breeze drifting through the slightly cracked window. His hands were in his pockets, his stance relaxed, but his eyes—those glowing, unreadable eyes—tracked me like a predator amused by the rabbit it cornered.
"How do you know my schedule?" I asked, my voice low, more breath than sound.
"I have my ways," he murmured, walking closer without any rush. "You weren't heading to your next class. I noticed."
"You were watching me?"
"Observing," he corrected, his lips curving into a slow smirk. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine," I snapped, trying to summon some force behind my tone. "You can leave now."
