Freya’s POV

By the time class ended, I felt like I’d been walking through fog all day.

I barely remembered what was said. The words on the board blurred. My notes were a mess—half-finished sentences, numbers that didn’t add up. My pen had stopped moving halfway through the lecture, but no one noticed. No one ever noticed.

After a quick word with Grace, I headed back to the dorm. Changed into something casual. Neutral. Nothing that could be read the wrong way. I ...