The next day.
Morning classes passed without incident.
No one suspected a thing—not the professors droning on about history or alchemy, not the students whispering about weekend plans, and certainly not Aeron, who spent most of lunch being force-fed heart-shaped desserts by Emilia and Livia.
I chewed my own sandwiches, watching the spectacle with amusement.
Normalcy is... nice.
After yesterday's cosmic massage in Virion's domain, my body felt brand new—no lingering aches, no poison fatigue, just the faintest twinge in my ribs when I twisted too fast. A small price to pay for surviving an assassin.
But normalcy could only last so long.
I had questions. And the library held answers.
So, after lunch, I headed straight for the library. If there was any truth to be wrung from Vex, I needed to hear it—no matter how small, no matter how ugly they would be.
Better than being left in the dark.
My only worry? How to make Vex talk.
Then I remembered who'd taken him.
