Chapter 242

• MILLICENT
• A Thursday at SilverFang institute has never felt more gloomy. I was halfway down the hallway, when I spotted Fiona leaning against the railing outside the dorm wing. She lifted her head when she heard my footsteps. She tried to smile, goddess, she really did but it was the kind that didn’t make it past her mouth. Her eyes looked tired, like she hadn’t slept well, and something about the way she held her bag strap made my chest sink.
• “Hey,” I said softly.