POV: Bea Sharpe

Study room three was located at the end of a corridor lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the academy's central courtyard. I positioned myself in an alcove approximately twenty feet from the partially open door, close enough to hear conversation but far enough to avoid being noticed by casual observers.

The ethical implications of deliberately eavesdropping on a private discussion weren't lost on me, but curiosity and two years of unresolved hurt had ...