The entire classroom had that same dead, suffocating boredom clinging to the air, something monster anatomy could do to anyone. I was only half-listening, or, more accurately, one-twentieth listening. My brain was drifting somewhere between I should really take notes and I wonder if I could fake my own death for the next thirty minutes.
I slouched in my seat by the window, tapping my pen against the desk. Nora sat beside me, elegant as ever, posture perfect even while her soul visibly tried to leave her body. Sacha was nestled on my shoulder, half-asleep, her tiny claws occasionally digging into my coat whenever the professor's voice got too loud.
Thenbuzz.
My phone vibrated.
Nora's vibrated at the exact same moment.
We both stiffened slightly. That kind of synchronicity only meant one thing:
Either something important happened… or something stupid happened.
Because knowing my life, there was no in-between.
