I stared at the empty doorway where Elisabeth had just vanished, my grip still tight around my fork.
What the hell was that?
That girl did not look at me like a student looks at a classmate. She looked at me like she knew what I wore to sleep. Or worse, like she was deciding where to hang my body. It was a cold, calculating look that felt way too heavy for a first-year student.
"Hey, Leo. Are you listening to me? Your eyes are popping out," Roan's whiny voice broke my thoughts. He was still poking his dry piece of bread with a miserable expression. "Seriously, if you are not going to finish that side dish, I can feel my organs shrinking. My elf ancestors are crying in the spirit world right now."
I blinked, pulling myself back, and looked at my plate. The meat was gone. Only a few scraps of grains were left. I had not even noticed I finished the whole thing while staring across the room.
