Chapter 143 A Dead Thing Beneath Her Skin

• Davina remains standing behind the tutor’s desk long after the last of the juniors file out.
• Finally, the silence she long hoped for settles.
• Only then does she let her spine give, shoulders dropping as she slumps into the chair at the head of the circular students’ table. Chalk dust still clings faintly to her fingers. The board behind her is half-covered in clean, precise diagrams—glyph structures simplified for lesser minds.