The plush leather of the couch in Drakon’s office was soft beneath me, but I barely felt it. My mind was spinning out of control, a chaotic loop of questions tearing through my head.
Was Edna really friends with my mom? Why would she let them kill her?
A warm thumb pressed gently under my chin, tilting my face upward. I blinked, coming back to reality as my focus snapped to Drakon’s dark, steady eyes looking down into mine. I didn't even remember walking up the stairs from the tech room to his office.
"Talk to me," he said softly, his deep voice anchoring me back to the present.
I let out a shaky breath, wrapping my arms around myself. "I'm sorry... I just can't understand why they would kill her. And if she worked at the Academy, how did she even have me? I was given a full hysterecto
