It should"ve been a lovely party. Sitting at tables somehow felt more intimate than mingling while standing had been at the guardian school. She and Moreau had sat together at one of the tables, but a rotating pair of diplomat cadets were always with them, making polite chitchat and refilling their cups and plates. The food was amazing, and the three-tier trays had heating elements built into them that kept everything at the perfect temperature.
She knew the diplomat cadets were just as curious about her as the guardian cadets had been, but they were much subtler about looking at her and whispering together.
Well, all save one of them. Finn Berweger never once took his eyes off her. He never came any closer or attempted to talk with her, but just the constant presence of his gaze was eno
