The academy was never truly quiet, not even at night. The day after Dessert Week had ended, the air still carried the faint perfume of caramelized sugar and chocolate. Laughter echoed down the halls in snatches, and somewhere a pan clattered as late-working students cleaned up.But in one corner of the vast atrium, Omar and Marco sat across from each other, their untouched notebooks lying between them. Omar always thought of Marco as a pest. But the past week had brought them closer than she had expected and now here he was keeping her company. Marco twirled a pen lazily. “So,” he said, in that infuriatingly smooth tone he used when he already knew the answer, “you saw it too.”Omar leaned forward, lowering her voice. “The way she panicked. The way she blamed everyone but herself. Ana—” she paused, the name tasting sour, “—she’s hiding something. I know it.”Marco arched a brow. “You know, or you suspect?”“Both,” Omar snapped, then sighed, rubbing her temple. “She slipped once. A fe
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