Their agreement yesterday had been clear.
Cecilia would help him hide the truth. She would help him control Sienna's movements, ensure that nothing leaked, that the nightmare of what his sister had done remained buried where it belonged.
Arkai couldn't deny that he was still worried. The headmaster's own investigation loomed like a sword over his neck. But Cecilia, for reasons she hadn't explained, seemed confident she could convince the man to stop.
What power did she hold over the top individual of the Athenaeum?!
Had she saved the world or something?
"Good morning, President."
The voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. Cecilia walked past him, close enough that he caught her scent, that familiar, maddening warmth, and her smile was serene, untroubled, as if yesterday had never happened.
"Goomo—"
Arkai felt his tongue fail. The word came out garbled, incomprehensible, a sound that should never have escaped the mouth of the Dawnoro heir.
