Chapter 15

• Zara’s POV
• The morning air was crisp with frostbite, winter was fast approaching. I walked slower than usual, my boots echoing against the polished stone floors of the corridor. The hall was mostly empty this early, save for a few students yawning and dragging themselves to class. My fingers were tucked into the sleeves of my sweater, rubbing against the raw skin of my knuckles from yesterday’s training.
• When I turned the corner toward the student lockers near the main lecture hall, the sharp scent of paint stopped me cold.