Chapter 17

• Zara’s POV
• My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Class this morning had sputtered through left hips to right jabs, but my mind replayed last night on a loop. Why had he been in the girls’ dorm at midnight? My stomach twisted.
• It was combat class today, mirrors, staff grinds, old martial arts runes were chalked to perfection on the wooden floor. Even here, my gaze kept drifting to the archway leading to the side corridor. Heart scraping.