I made my way back to the academy, the familiar towering structure casting a long shadow under the late afternoon sun.
Just beyond the main gate, standing like a statue with her arms folded tightly across her chest, was Angelica. The moment her eyes landed on me, her expression twisted into something between annoyance and distrust.
She looked like she'd been waiting a while—and not patiently.
Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. That scowl etched into her face almost made me flinch, as if I'd committed a crime I wasn't aware of.
Had I really done something to piss her off this much?
I racked my brain, but nothing came to mind. Maybe I'd breathed wrong in her presence or blinked too slow. Whatever it was, it seemed I was already on her shit list.
