Damon returned to the Academy with his usual carefree attitude—or at least he tried to maintain that appearance. After everything that had happened at home with Esther, his mind was still in a silent turmoil, a mixture of pride, excitement, and a kind of unease he wasn't used to feeling.
But as soon as he crossed the Academy gates and saw the training fields teeming with activity, all that inner turmoil emptied to make way for a single thought:
Where's Morgana?
He expected to see her immediately. Maybe leaning against the shadow of some pillar as she always did. Or training alone in the corner of the field, with that absurd concentration and impeccable posture. Maybe arguing with some instructor. Maybe fighting with some idiot noble.
But no.
Nothing.
No sign of her.
Damon frowned, but wasn't really worried—yet. The girl was unpredictable. Maybe she had decided to train away from the public. Maybe she was dueling in some indoor arena. Perhaps he was ignoring everyone for sport.
