Hailey Ravencrest
The marble arches of Aethelgard Elite Academy were designed to make mortals feel small, but as the Gromovs stepped onto the grounds, the air turned brittle. Students in tailored blazers leaned against pillars, eyes narrowing. "New meat," a senior sneered, eyeing Kai’s oversized hoodie. "The one in the back looks like he’s made of glass," a girl whispered, pointing at Zephyr. "And look at the quiet one. He’s probably some scholarship case trying to act tough. They look weak. Fragile." The insults drifted through the courtyard, landing on ears that heard the birth of stars. Dmitri’s eyes flashed a violent electric blue, a grin tugging at his lips. Beside him, Aamon remained a pillar of absolute stillness. He didn't look at the crowd; he didn't need to. The ground beneath his feet was already beginning to dry from the suppressed heat of his presence. "They’re loud," Aamon murmured, his voice a low hum. "Let them enjoy the peace before the fire." The students continued to laugh, unaware
About Hailey Ravencrest
The marble arches of Aethelgard Elite Academy were designed to make mortals feel small, but as the Gromovs stepped onto the grounds, the air turned brittle. Students in tailored blazers leaned against pillars, eyes narrowing. "New meat," a senior sneered, eyeing Kai’s oversized hoodie. "The one in the back looks like he’s made of glass," a girl ...Read more