Shawls Academy: Claw Spirits Battle
For one long, suspended second, neither of us looked away, and I felt something shift in the air between us that had nothing to do with elves or magic or survival.
"I'm Aeron," he said finally. "Prince of the Florian Kindred."
"I'm Autumn," I answered, lifting my chin, refusing to let my voice shake even though my hands wanted to. "Princess of the Aerendale Kingdom."
Before either of us could say anything else, the mermaid teacher everyone practically worshipped strode in — with Giselle at his side, radiant as always, except her usual easy smile had curdled into something tighter, something that looked a lot like envy simmering just beneath the surface.