The slap had turned my face to the side. My cheek burned so badly that even breathing hurt, but the quiet around me hurt more. Dozens of trainees stood in a half circle, watching me as if they were waiting to see whether I would cry, scream, or kneel and apologize.Orion Draven’s fingers curled slowly into his palm. For one second, something like regret crossed his face. Then Lilith Vane made a small, broken sound behind him.Orion looked back at her, and whatever guilt had appeared in his eyes disappeared.“Sylvie,” he said sharply, “enough.”Lilith stood behind his shoulder with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were red. Her face looked frightened and sorry. But when our eyes met, I saw the faintest light of triumph there.“Orion, don’t be so mean.” Her voice was soft.Orion’s jaw tightened. His anger did not fade. “Sylvie, this is Ironhold Academy. Are you done yet?”His voice was cold as ice.I touched the corner of my mouth. I could not tell if the wetness was blood or tears. I
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