Feast Of Shadows

Chapter Thirteen

****

The dining hall was quiet the next morning, too quiet for the number of students inside. Students talked in low voices, some looking nervously at me, while others pretended not to look at all.

The trauma of last night’s chaos still filled the air— rumors spread faster than fire in this place, and it was no secret that three of the Academy’s strongest heirs had nearly torn the walls apart because of me.

And now they sat at my table.

Kael sat directly to my right, his dark hair was wet from the bath but the faint scorch of smoke still stuck to his skin. He cut his meat with deliberate, sharp motions, as if each slice of the knife were another word he wasn’t saying aloud.

Across him, Raven sat there with deceptive ease, his silver lantern mark faintly glowing at his throat. He played with his goblet, turning it lazily, but his pale eyes never left Kael.

Jason sat at the end beside me, seated more upright than usual, his storm-marked hands folded on the table. He