"What was that ?" Lyka's voice wavered, breaking her usual calm. She looked visibly shaken, her lips trembling, an obvious sign of the trauma she had endured after narrowly escaping being burned alive.
Asher couldn't have cared less. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "Stop acting."
His attitude and demeanor came off as too cold, too detached.
Before anyone could respond, Harris thrust an accusing finger at him. "I saw it! He's a murderer! The fire came from his direction!"
The room went into total silence. Every eye turned onto Asher, their expressions a combination of fear and suspicion.
His face remained stone-cold, making him look more dangerous in their eyes.
Elaine took a step back, her heart pounding as her eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the spot where the fire had erupted. The thought of someone summoning flames—especially after a student just died from explosion was too much for her.
