Soraya's POV
The ride back to Silverfang felt endless.
Ethan didn't speak. I didn't either.
By the time the car rolled to a stop before the entrance, my chest felt tight—like silence had taken root there and refused to leave.
I stepped out without a word, ignoring the way he paused, waiting as if expecting me to say something. I didn't. I walked straight past him, past the guards, and into the hallway that led to my room.
I wasn't angry. At least, I wanted to believe I wasn't.
But every time I replayed what happened at the Academy—his tone, his interruption, that look in his eyes—it twisted something inside me.
Maybe I wasn't angry at him. Maybe I was angry that part of me understood why he did it.
So instead of talking, I just closed the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing out a long, shaky sigh.
For a moment, the quiet felt safe.
Then it didn't.
