The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the lecture hall, casting long beams of light across the tiered seating.
I sat in my usual spot near the back, spinning a quill between my fingers.
The class was buzzing. Not the usual drowsy Monday morning murmur, but a sharp, hushed whispering that stopped whenever I looked in a specific direction.
I frowned.
'Something is amiss.'
I scanned the room.
The chalkboard was clean. The instructor hadn't arrived yet. The students were in their seats.
Wait.
I looked at the front row, center seat.
It was empty.
Usually, that seat was occupied by a beacon of golden hair and righteous energy. Kael never missed a class. He was the type of student who arrived early to polish his desk.
'The Golden Boy isn't here.'
My gaze shifted to the left.
There sat Elisha. The elf archer wasn't looking at her textbook. She was looking at me.
