The morning air was crisp as Katherine made her way to Professor Sophanes' office. She had made up her mind last night—she needed to know more about her brother. This mysterious figure, Jonathas, had not only lived in Albania but had thrived here before vanishing into the unknown.
And yet, she knew so little about him.
Professor Sophanes had mentioned knowing him, and that was all the excuse she needed.
The academy grounds were still quiet when she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk had told her that professors typically arrived at their offices by seven and left for classes by eight. Now, she had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, fingers absently tracing patterns on the armrest of her chair.
She had woken up early again.
Lately, even the softest sounds stirred her awake. Maybe she was still adjusting to this unfamiliar world. Maybe she was… homesick.
Her stomach twisted at the thought.
Home.
