Damon's heart pounded in his chest, but his face remained expressionless. He couldn't afford to let his eyes dart around in search of it—his shadow.
Instead, he looked deliberately to the side, causing the student council president to follow his gaze for a brief moment. That gave him just enough time to glance down. There it was, attached to his feet like it should be, perfectly normal.
He nearly sighed in relief.
'Thank the goddess it's here.'
He had feared his shadow might still be wandering elsewhere, refusing to settle. But there it was, mimicking his every move.
The student council president, Lilith Astranova, furrowed her brows slightly as if contemplating something. Damon didn't know why she was there, but his mind raced through countless possibilities—none of them good.
Especially if it was related to Lark Bonaire's death.
He bit the inside of his cheek to stay calm.
