“He's gone.”

Laura set down her teacup. Priscilla, who had been rubbing her face into the spot Mira had just vacated, seeking warmth like a loaf of bread, also stood up.

Click. Priscilla locked the door to the clubroom with a look of longing in her eyes. Not that it mattered if Mira returned through a dimensional portal like when he left, but that had never happened before, so it seemed fine.

"Now that Mira’s gone, how about we get back to our group project?"

Laura's casual suggestion made Rosaria groan.

"Seriously, why call it a group project? There are …