"Harold," Klein responded, frowning as he shuffled through his notes. "He's disappeared. I haven't seen him in classes, he doesn't come to the dormitory, and I have no idea where he is."
Feng Zhao, who was practicing partial manifestations of his serpent by the window, shrugged with evident disinterest. "So what? The guy was always creepy. Honestly, it's a relief not having him following us everywhere."
"You don't understand," Klein placed a hand on his chin, his lion briefly manifesting under his skin in response to his anxiety, golden fur rippling across his forearms. "Kassian specifically ordered me to look after him, help him adapt."
"Your brother and his projects," Astor closed his book with a sigh, the leather binding making a satisfying thump. "Always complicating everything."
