Elias’s POV

The hallway felt too bright when I stepped out of my room the next morning.

I hadn’t slept well. My mind kept replaying yesterday; the test, the stumble, Hale’s stare, Vale’s silent frown, Ronan’s promise outside my door.

I didn’t see Ronan when I came out.

I thought he left early.

But then I saw him leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, watching everyone walk past like he owned the floor. His eyes found mine instantly.

“You’re late,” he said.

“No, ...