It was Tuesday afternoon, and Ruelle sat by the cold stone window, her gaze drifting towards the clouds that had darkened over the past few hours. She knew she should be focusing on the ongoing class, but her mind wandered to her Elite roommate, Lucian Slater.
With him giving her his old books, she thought things would simmer down, but they hadn't. Since she had returned to Sexton, she somewhere felt like he was much colder to her than before. It was almost as if winter had settled between them, and a sigh escaped her lips.
"Ms. Belmont," a sharp voice cut through her thoughts.
Ruelle blinked, her attention snapping back to the present. Mr. Garrison, one of her professors, looked at her with narrowed red eyes.
"I asked you a question," Mr. Garrison repeated, his voice low and chilling. "Or were you too preoccupied with your thoughts to pay attention?"
