“What’s the next class?” I ask, changing the subject.
Darius eyes me suspiciously, and Kalen stares at me. His eyes are more around my body than on my eyes, so I know he must be assessing my aura, which makes me nervous. I am careful not to let it touch my lighter side, but I’m not exactly sure how auras work. I can feel them but not see them the way he can.
“You have a theory class with Darius,” Lycus says, oblivious to the strange questioning tension surrounding us.
“Come on, we will be late,” Darius says, though the look on his face doesn’t change. I reluctantly follow him to the classroom.
When Kalen wanders into the room with me, I stop and look at him.
“Darius said I could join you.” He smiles, bumping my shoulder and pointing to a desk next to Darius’. With a sigh, I pull the
