Lyla

Lyla POV:

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as I darted through the academy's labyrinthine corridors, the echo of my steps the only testament to my frantic dash. I was late - a fact I was painfully aware of. The chaos of the previous night, an unending reel of embarrassment and confusion, had caused me to oversleep.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in a room that was not mine. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, a wave of bewilderment washed over me, followed by a creeping sense of dread. I felt a pang of shame as the memories of last night flooded back. The twins... their cabin... the impromptu sleepover... it all came back in a rush.

How did I even get there?

A feeling of nausea gripped me as I mentally chastised myself. Mercifully, when I slipped out of their house this morning, the twins were still asleep. I had spent the better part of the day avoiding them, but I knew that my reprieve was only temporary.

The warrior class was in two hours, and considering the announce