Torn Loyalties

(Neva’s POV)

Thalia's arms were folded tightly across her chest, her jaw was clenched and her eyes hard when they met mine.

“We need to talk,” she said coldly.

I nodded and followed her in silence. The hallway was dim, the air thick between us. When we were younger, this place held so much joy and laughter. Now, it was filled with tension.

She finally stopped and turned to me. Her words came fast,