67 - Finals - 2

Kae was waiting, her arms crossed, looking me up and down.

“You look fresh,” I noted.

“Sit.” She motioned to Drakon’s dining table, my dining table now.

I looked over the array of bright notecards and piles of books, neatly stacked blank pages, and pens.

“What is this?” I asked her, not taking a seat yet.

“We have finals. Final finals,” she said, her hazel gaze piercing.

“Kae, I-”

“Sit,” she comma