The infirmary had released him three days ago with strict instructions to rest.
Lucian had nodded, smiled, and immediately returned to training. Cora had yelled at him. Mason had silently handed him a cup of tea. Sera had rolled her eyes. Derek had said nothing, just watched him with those quiet eyes that saw more than they should.
Alistair had given him a look that said I'm not your mother, but I will make your life difficult if you collapse again.
Lucian trained anyway.
But today, the campus was different. The usual rush of students heading to classes had been replaced by a slower, looser crowd. Booths lined the main quad. Colored lanterns hung from the trees. The smell of roasted chestnuts and fried dough drifted through the air.
Ashford's annual autumn festival.
Leo had texted him at seven in the morning. You're coming. No excuses.
Lucian had texted back. I have training.
