Sylvia's POV
The hall was a kaleidoscope of colors and music, but my gaze was fixed on one point—the boy who had haunted my thoughts for weeks. Milo. There he stood, calm and poised, his auburn hair catching the light like a flicker of flame. For a moment, my heart froze as our eyes met.
I feigned composure, letting my lips curl into a faint smile as though his presence didn't throw my world into disarray. Then, as though the weight of his gaze was too much, I turned and walked away, my head held high, keeping him out of sight but never out of mind.
The moment I was free of his line of sight, I let my mask slip. My fingers tightened into fists at my side as emotions swirled within me—anger at how he'd dismissed me in Ethos, remorse for the desperation that had driven me to teleport there, and an unexpected happiness at seeing him again.
