Chapter 93

• CIARA’S POV
• The welcome party was in full swing by the time we made our way down to the main hall. Music pulsed through the speakers, and students clustered in groups around the room, drinks in hand and conversations flowing. The academy had transformed the space with twinkling lights and draped fabric that made everything feel more intimate despite the high ceilings.
• I surveyed the room with the advantage of experience. I knew exactly who was worth talking to and who would be nothing but trouble.