Chapter 82

• MILICENT
• The next morning the halls were buzzing like a hive that had been rattled too hard. Everyone seemed to be whispering and staring too long. Their whispers clipped short whenever I passed.
• The attention didn't bother me as much as it normally would, it wasn’t new. People staring at me, murmuring behind their hands, pretending I wasn’t right there, it had been the soundtrack of my life since Silverfang. But today it was way too much.