Chapter 201
Daphne – POV
I've spent the past week investigating every Avian beastman on this godforsaken campus.
Every last one.
Hawks. Doves. Crows. A flamboyant toucan who wouldn't stop winking at me. Even a peacock who tried to flirt by fanning his tail like a stripper with too much pride.
And guess what?
Not. Her.
Now there's a rumor spreading that I have a fetish for feathers.
Absolutely not.
I am not into birds.
I am simply eliminating possibilities. Efficiently. Ruthlessly.
From the window of my modest tower bedroom—a room I specifically requested, mind you—is the only reason I tolerate this dusty little space: a massive tree. Older than the academy, probably older than half the staff, its thick branches brush my window like an old friend knocking.
