Calista

　　"It's not like I'm behaving the way you do," Draven scoffed, his voice dripping with derision. His gaze, heavy with indifference, bore into me as though the conversation was beneath him. Humiliation washed over me in a relentless tide.

　　"That's enough," Zane interjected, his tone devoid of any interest. He strode toward me, his jaw set in a rigid line. "Go to your room. They are already prepared. My sister mentioned tomorrow is the first day of your ...