Chapter 31

Their dormitory was unusually quiet that evening, save for the soft creak of the floorboards as Q moved about.

She glanced toward Juliette's door, which had been closed firmly since they'd returned. Her attempts at conversation had gone about as well as trying to charm a brick wall. Every time she said something, Juliette would meet her with a flat, unreadable stare, and then, without a word, she'd disappear behind her door like Q didn't exist.

It had been fine at first—Q wasn't one to chase after someone who didn't want to talk—but the longer the silence stretched, the more it bugged her.

"What's her problem?" Q muttered to herself as she leaned against the counter, staring at the pot of soup simmering on the stove. She hadn't done anything wrong, as far as she could tell. If anything, she'd been sticking up for Juliette earlier, hadn't she? So why was the girl acting like Q had just insulted her entire family line?