Liora’s POV
Clara stood there upset, her face red with embarrassment. She looked like she wasn't going to give us like she was going to continue throwing her tantrums until a voice mass us both pause.
“Clara.” It was sharp, authoritative, instantly recognizable as someone used to command. Clara stiffened like she’d been struck.
I turned my head, following the sound. There, just a few steps from our table, stood a tall, silver-haired man in a dark suit. His posture was impeccable, his expression stern but not angry, the kind of presence that didn’t need volume to demand attention. He looked like a professor.
Behind him was another figure I didn’t expect, a younger, broader-shouldered, with sharp glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The professor wasn’t alone. He was esco
