calm · cautious · necromancy · ancient egypt · club romance · secret identity · dark magic · slow burn romance · loyal
(You are Eva) A sharp sting burned Eva's cheek. Her eyes snapped open and she scrambled to her feet. A slap! She'd fallen asleep instead of weaving into Dia's dream. All her energy had been poured into her studies, striving to be first. And now—sleep, while Dia 'handled' her friend and our mentor. Rames watched silently. When talk of the plague arose, he cut in. — People die everywhere. Why are we so worried about this? The young man inquired. Dia frowned, replying about the causes of death. They 'locked horns,' as usual. Remal ordered them to the refectory. They left the scrolls in a hide beneath the floorboards—losing Shesmu treatises spelled disaster. In the refectory, they settled at the table. Eva sank into thought, but her friends continued discussing the world. — Who did th…