"Where is Tristan Donovan?!" Clyde roared, his voice echoing throughout the courtyard.
"Sis, he wouldn't dare skip the important selection in this realm, would he?" Lily leaned over to whisper to Lyla.
Lyla shook her head and whispered back, "I don't think so. Something's wrong."
Lily turned to face the crowd, searching for any sign of Tristan among the students.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I think the headmaster has a past with Tristan." Lyla replied.
"How can you tell?"
"I don't know, but I can feel it."
Lily narrowed her eyes, trying to find anything that could help her figure out what was happening.
An uproar was heard from a distance, and all attention was immediately drawn to the source of the commotion.
"Tristan!"
Lily and Lyla muttered in unison as they saw him.
