The rest of the morning passed in a blur of lectures and practical lessons, but none of the boys were truly focused on their studies.
Aiden, Adrian, and Sevan kept their eyes on Emmeranne, waiting for the moment she would slip away.
But she didn't.
She attended every class, spoke when necessary, and responded to the professors without hesitation.
There was no suspicious behavior, no sneaking glances, no hurried movements. If she had any idea they were watching her, she didn't show it.
By the time lunch arrived, Aiden was starting to think this would be harder than he anticipated.
"Maybe she's laying low," Sevan muttered as they sat down at their usual table. He stabbed his fork into a piece of roasted chicken, but his focus was elsewhere. "If Lopt suspects her, she might know she's being watched."
Adrian, sprawled in his seat with a goblet of juice in hand, raised an eyebrow. "So what? We wait?"
Aiden shook his head.
