POV: Otto Moorland

I made it to the courtyard before the shaking started.

My hands trembled as I leaned against the stone wall, trying to breathe through the rage and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. Behind me, I could hear the Great Hall erupting in whispers and speculation.

"Did you see his face?"

"I can't believe Desi would cheat—"

"Poor Otto. He really thought she loved him."

The words stabbed like knives. I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and tried ...