Raven blinked, staring at her status window as it flickered in his vision.
A vampire queen. Reincarnated. Betrayed in her past life.
And somehow sitting in a literature class at Prague University like none of that mattered.
'This world is more fucked up than I thought.'
He dismissed the screen with a mental swipe, his expression shifting back to casual interest. Elena still sat there with her eyes closed, but there was a tension now—like she sensed something had changed but couldn't quite place what.
"So," Raven said, his voice cutting through the silence between them, "there's this festival coming up. Few days from now. Spring celebration thing the university does every year."
Elena's blue eyes opened slowly, focusing on him with that same detached curiosity. "I'm aware of it."
