The hallway swallowed us into its morning rhythm, and I let the current of students carry us toward Building A while my brain ran damage assessment at full speed. Cassandra Davenport had spoken two words to me.
Two words, delivered with the same casual authority that her sister wielded like a weapon, except Cassandra's version came without the theatrics.
Blair would have made a scene, thrown accusations, maybe set something on fire. Cassandra just said my name and let the weight of it do the work.
That was worse. That was so much worse.
Belle kept pace beside me, her blue hair catching fluorescent light as we navigated the crowd. She had her phone out, thumbs moving fast.
"Texting Naomi?"
"Texting everyone. Aurora needs to know about the visual confirmation. Misato probably already knows but confirmation doesn't hurt.
Jordan needs a heads-up so he doesn't do something stupid like wave at the Diamond-tier investigator and ask how her morning is going."
