The garden was quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Maya Brenthall sat at a small wrought-iron table.
Her hands gracefully holding a teacup as she read from a book resting in her lap.
The golden light of the late afternoon cast a serene glow over the academy grounds.
And for a moment, Maya allowed herself to relax.
But peace was fleeting.
"Well, isn't this just perfect."
A sharp voice cut through the tranquility.
Maya's fingers froze on the page.
Maya slowly raised her head, her sharp purple eyes meeting Iris's crimson ones.
The dark-haired girl stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her gaze fiery and unrelenting.
It was no coincidence that Iris Star, childhood friend of Noah Ashbourne, had found her here.
"Iris..."
Maya greeted coolly, setting her teacup down with precision.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
