"Everyone take out your notebooks and draw and write this!" Alina said brightly, turning toward the board as she began writing short points beside the little plant diagram she'd drawn earlier.
The moment her chalk touched the board, the room filled with a chorus of soft groans.
Drake slumped dramatically in his chair. Boo hid behind his open notebook as if it could shield him from responsibility. Even Luna, usually angry and grumpy, leaned back with an exaggerated sigh.
But then Boo froze mid-whine. His big ghostly eyes darted toward the back of the room, where Dante still sat, perfectly silent, his crimson gaze following everything.
Boo clamped his tiny mouth shut. Drake noticed too, and he sat up straight instantly, pretending to write, though his pencil wasn't even touching the paper.
