"There is still one more unfinished business for me left to do."
Damn. Not again!
Rachel's declaration made my steps falter for half a second.
Unfinished business, huh?
That phrase again. She'd said it before, back at classroom. I'd chalked it up to some dramatic hero speech. You know—one of those vague lines people like her always throw around, sounding important without giving you any actual information.
But hearing it again, so casually, made me pause.
I glanced sideways at her. She looked… calm. Too calm.
Hands tucked into her coat pockets, gaze forward like she was strolling through the academy grounds on a relaxing afternoon and not threatening to wage psychological warfare on a fellow cadet five minutes ago.
"You keep saying that," I said slowly. "Unfinished business. You mean that whole thing with Kiera?"
Rachel gave a soft snort. "Kiera? Please. That girl was just a footnote."
Ah. So not that, then.
"What is it, then?" I asked.
