Lorraine's POV
The moment Director Thorn stepped back, Astrid Voss moved forward again, her heels clicking sharply against the polished stage like the slow ticking of a bomb. Her composure was perfect, as always, chin high, lips painted blood-red, and spine rigid. But even she couldn't fully mask it.
She hated him.
The tightness in her jaw. The slight flare in her nostrils. The way her hands curled by her sides before she forced them into place. Every motion screamed it, Astrid Voss did not like Magnus Thorn. At all.
Her eyes flicked briefly toward him before addressing the crowd again, her voice crisp and clipped.
"That will be all for now," she said, her tone cool. "You may now return to your scheduled classes. The Lunars for this month will be distributed to your respective rooms before you return from class today."
