Theora left Director Zinistra's office in a strange daze. She had tried really hard to ignore all the threats that people kept bringing to her attention. She had thought nothing significant had happened yet, but now, it seemed more likely she was the one who had a narrow viewpoint of everything that was going on. She still wasn't sure that the train attack might have been because of her or targeted at her, but the mere fact that it was a possibility didn't feel good at all.
"Did it feel good?"
She jumped in surprise at the foreign male voice and whipped around. It was that trainee, the dark-haired guy with his amber eyes and that annoying smug expression. She'd just reached the end of the stairs, and despite Zinistra's words, breakfast had barely started, for the Dining Hall didn't soun
