THEOS POV Breakfast at the Academy was usually loud—silverware clattering, students arguing over training slots, the children of Ares bragging about bruises like trophies. Today wasn’t any different, yet it felt heavier. The Convergence always did that. I sat with Damon, picking at my food waiting for Layla and her friends to arrive while he inhaled his like he hadn’t eaten in days. He never got nervous; he got restless. I envied that. Across the dining hall, Layla slipped out with Perse and Javi trailing behind her. Even from a distance she looked tired—shoulders tense, bag slung over her, eyes unfocused like she was somewhere else entirely. Damon noticed too. Of course he did. “She’s gonna break if Vale keeps pushing her,” he muttered. I didn’t disagree.They all made their way to the table and sat, scarfing down food as quickly as possible. Perse and Javi were going to go spar and Layla said she wanted to head to class early. We finished breakfast, then Damon and I heade
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