Eldur's P.O.V.
A sharp, searing pain shot through my gut, like someone had plunged a burning dagger into my stomach. I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into a fist as heat bloomed across my skin.
I wasn't alone.
Mai, sitting beside me, gasped and clutched her stomach. Her silver eyes, always sharp and calculating, widened in shock before they flickered to meet mine. I didn't need to speak. I knew she felt it too.
This wasn't normal.
I barely registered the teacher's voice droning on at the front of the class, my focus narrowing to the fire licking at my skin, the phantom pain crawling up my spine. It wasn't ours. This pain belonged to someone else.
Liam.
My body moved on instinct. I shot to my feet at the same time as Mai, both of us groaning at the sensation twisting through us like a blade of molten iron.
The teacher blinked, startled. "What on earth—"
Neither of us cared for an explanation.
