Nadia’s POV
The assembly was held in the welcoming center, the large building just off the dorm manager’s office. At its heart was a warm, theater-like expanse of a room. Big enough to fit all the students and faculty—with minimal crowding—it was the quickest meeting place in such a short notice.
On the stage there was a podium, a row of chairs, and three stern-looking professors. Vincent sat in the middle, eyes roaming over the students as they crammed inside and found seats.
I’d stopped by my dorm on my way here to change and wash the paint off my hands. I’d managed most of it, but the skin of my right hand still sported the hints of an unnatural pink hue. My pathetic excuse for a bag now rested at the bottom of my wardrobe, paint dried and cracking against its fabric.
When every
