The afternoon sun slanted through the window of their small dorm room, casting warm golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Iva sat cross-legged on her bed, still sore from Marik's class, her split lip already healing thanks to her wolf genetics. Across from her, Lori had claimed the desk chair, spinning slowly back and forth, her hair catching the light.
They had been talking for nearly an hour.
Or rather, Lori had been asking questions, and Iva had been answering. About the castle. About the king and queen. About Caleb. About the bond. About the ceremony. About everything.
Lori's eyes had grown wider with each revelation, her mouth falling open at the more unbelievable parts. She had gasped at the dungeon story. Cried a little at the breakfast scene with the king. Squealed loudly e
