"I have my exam at twelve as well," Elowyn said.
Lucavion's attention snapped to her with mild interest. "Do you now? Then perhaps we'll be walking the same path."
Elowyn reached into her satchel and withdrew a neatly folded slip of parchment—the official exam notice. She unfolded it with the careful precision she applied to everything.
Valeria watched them both, her sense of unease tightening despite herself.
"What hall?" Lucavion asked, casually.
Elowyn scanned the line near the bottom. "Magisterial Annex Hall C."
Lucavion's lips curved in that maddening way they always did when something aligned too neatly for coincidence. "Interesting."
He reached into his coat, retrieved his own slip, and slid it across the table toward Elowyn.
She picked it up.
Checked the hall.
Checked the time.
Her eyes lifted again. "It's the same."
Valeria felt her breath catch—an involuntary reaction she tried to mask behind a sip of water.
Same hall.
Same slot.
Same exam.
