"Ugh..." I groaned, my voice hoarse as I forced my eyes open.
The last thing I wanted was to get up. Every muscle in my body protested, begging for just a little more sleep. But the cruel reality remained—I had to drag myself back to that hellish academy life.
I barely got an hour of sleep last night. My mind had been a chaotic mess, constantly circling around Elizabeth's situation… and then there was Alicia.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I wanted to help them both, but how? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had no answers—only frustration.
With a heavy sigh, I finally rolled out of bed and trudged toward the bathroom.
The cold water did little to clear my mind as I stood under the shower, letting it run down my face. Cyril had been right. If I acted too aggressively, the other Heads would use it as an excuse to push me out of Sancta Vedelia. And Claudia? She'd be the first to pounce on that opportunity.
