Dressed for Diplomacy

Maeve

Chatter about Carmen’s birthday bash dominated the hallways when the first bell rang Monday morning. By the time afternoon classes rolled around, however, the rumor mill had pivoted entirely to one burning question: who the hell had managed to piss off Kastor? I couldn't deny the suffocating weight of his aura when he spoke to me during class. Part of me wondered if I was the target of his