Irina exhaled sharply, forcing herself to push down the humiliation that was still crawling up her spine.
She had more important things to focus on.
Like the fact that Astron should not be able to do this.
Not this quickly.
Not this easily.
She sat back, arms crossed, her gaze still locked on him, trying to process what she had just witnessed.
Because this…
This was not normal.
"You…" Her voice trailed off, thoughts tangling together faster than she could sort through them. "This doesn't make sense."
Astron glanced at her, flipping another page. "What doesn't?"
Irina stared at him.
At his ridiculously calm expression. At the fact that he was treating this like some casual hobby instead of one of the most difficult magical disciplines to exist.
She clicked her tongue. "You're not supposed to be this good."
Astron hummed, but didn't argue.
Irina narrowed her eyes. "Do you even understand how ridiculous this is?"
"Explain," Astron said simply.
