Seraphina's Pov
I tried to keep my breathing steady as I turned to face Deena, forcing myself to look confused rather than scared. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweaty, but I couldn't let any of that show.
"Why did you ask me to hold on?" I asked, my tone as casual as I could manage.
Deena's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I thought I might have been too calm and too collected. She crossed her arms over her chest, moving a little closer, and leaning slightly against the wall. "What are you doing here, Seraphina? It's a Sunday afternoon. Shouldn't you be in the dormitory, maybe resting in your room and preparing for class tomorrow?"
Her question felt like a test, like she was setting a trap and throwing a bait to see if I'd bite it, but I couldn't let her see through me.
