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Guild balls are amazing . And the theme this year is so much fun.”
“I know, I just don’t really … feel like it.”
“Nonsense,” Raven says. “Go play around with all the fabrics and accessories in the room upstairs. You’ll soon be in the mood to dress up.” She heads to the wall as Flint reopens a doorway. Through it, I see the front half of a pegasus waiting patiently outside.
Vi steps closer to me and touches my arm. “I know why you’re not feeling in the mood for a party, but you should go. The sooner you can get over whatever hurt you’re feeling, the better.”
I nod, not because I’ve suddenly decided to attend the ball, but because I know she means well. “Thanks. I’ll take a few things in case I change my mind.”
“Come on, let’s go,” Ryn says to Vi. “I need to forget about today’s drama.”
“Today’s drama?” I ask as the two of them head for the doorway. “What happened today?”
“Nothing,” Ryn says.
“Someone escaped from the detainment area this morning and hasn’t been found yet,” Vi says over her shoulder.
“ What? ”
Ryn stops to glare at his wife. “Does the word ‘confidential’ mean nothing to you?”
“Oh, come on. She’s your sister . And she’s a member of the Guild. I’m sure she’ll find out tomorrow.”
“Who was it?” I ask, my heart beginning to pound faster as I wonder if it might possibly be …
“Confidential,” Ryn says firmly. “Confidential, confidential.”
“Hurry up, you two,” Raven calls from outside. “We’re going to be late.”
Ryn and Vi step outside, the doorway seals up behind them, and I’m left standing alone in the quiet of the living room, wondering if it’s at all possible that Zed was the one who escaped.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
“So you’re seriously not coming?” Gemma whispers to me as the mentor at the front of the lesson room, a tall woman named Anise, explains the exact order in which ingredients should be mixed to create the perfect antidote to common poisons.
I add a few details to the scales of the dragon I’ve been sketching on one of the blank pages at the back of my notebook. I’ve been working on this one for several days now, half focusing on it while listening to whatever the mentor for that day is talking about. I try not to let any mentor see the sketch, of course. Who knows if they’d believe me if I had to explain that drawing helps me concentrate. “I just don’t feel like going to a big party, that’s all,” I say to Gemma. “As Olive pointed out, we celebrate our freedom every day simply by being free. Why do we have to make a huge deal about it?”
“Oh my goodness. I can’t believe you just agreed with your mentor on something.” Gemma leans over and touches my forehead. “Are you sick?”
I roll my eyes and swat her hand away with a quiet laugh. “No, I’m not sick.” I glance toward the front of the room again, then flip back to notes section of my book and start copying down the instructions currently being written on the board by an animated stylus.
“Come on, Calla, I need you to be there. I need moral support.”
“Moral support for what?” I raise my eyes to the board and continue copying the words.
Gemma leans closer, lowers her voice further, and says, “I asked Rick if he’d go with me, and he said yes!” She lets out an almost inaudible squeal.
I stop writing and look over at her. “You actually asked him?”
“Yes!” Her voice is a high-pitched hiss now. I can tell she’s ready to explode with excitement, but since we’re in the middle of a lesson, now probably isn’t the best time.
“Congratulations,” I whisper. “That’s wonderful. So you told him how you feel about him?”
“Well, not exactly.” Gemma ducks her head and doodles a pattern on the corner of her page. “I might have mentioned going as friends.”
“Gemma,” I scold, loud enough that Anise looks up from helping someone at the front of the
“I know, I just don’t really … feel like it.”
“Nonsense,” Raven says. “Go play around with all the fabrics and accessories in the room upstairs. You’ll soon be in the mood to dress up.” She heads to the wall as Flint reopens a doorway. Through it, I see the front half of a pegasus waiting patiently outside.
Vi steps closer to me and touches my arm. “I know why you’re not feeling in the mood for a party, but you should go. The sooner you can get over whatever hurt you’re feeling, the better.”
I nod, not because I’ve suddenly decided to attend the ball, but because I know she means well. “Thanks. I’ll take a few things in case I change my mind.”
“Come on, let’s go,” Ryn says to Vi. “I need to forget about today’s drama.”
“Today’s drama?” I ask as the two of them head for the doorway. “What happened today?”
“Nothing,” Ryn says.
“Someone escaped from the detainment area this morning and hasn’t been found yet,” Vi says over her shoulder.
“ What? ”
Ryn stops to glare at his wife. “Does the word ‘confidential’ mean nothing to you?”
“Oh, come on. She’s your sister . And she’s a member of the Guild. I’m sure she’ll find out tomorrow.”
“Who was it?” I ask, my heart beginning to pound faster as I wonder if it might possibly be …
“Confidential,” Ryn says firmly. “Confidential, confidential.”
“Hurry up, you two,” Raven calls from outside. “We’re going to be late.”
Ryn and Vi step outside, the doorway seals up behind them, and I’m left standing alone in the quiet of the living room, wondering if it’s at all possible that Zed was the one who escaped.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
“So you’re seriously not coming?” Gemma whispers to me as the mentor at the front of the lesson room, a tall woman named Anise, explains the exact order in which ingredients should be mixed to create the perfect antidote to common poisons.
I add a few details to the scales of the dragon I’ve been sketching on one of the blank pages at the back of my notebook. I’ve been working on this one for several days now, half focusing on it while listening to whatever the mentor for that day is talking about. I try not to let any mentor see the sketch, of course. Who knows if they’d believe me if I had to explain that drawing helps me concentrate. “I just don’t feel like going to a big party, that’s all,” I say to Gemma. “As Olive pointed out, we celebrate our freedom every day simply by being free. Why do we have to make a huge deal about it?”
“Oh my goodness. I can’t believe you just agreed with your mentor on something.” Gemma leans over and touches my forehead. “Are you sick?”
I roll my eyes and swat her hand away with a quiet laugh. “No, I’m not sick.” I glance toward the front of the room again, then flip back to notes section of my book and start copying down the instructions currently being written on the board by an animated stylus.
“Come on, Calla, I need you to be there. I need moral support.”
“Moral support for what?” I raise my eyes to the board and continue copying the words.
Gemma leans closer, lowers her voice further, and says, “I asked Rick if he’d go with me, and he said yes!” She lets out an almost inaudible squeal.
I stop writing and look over at her. “You actually asked him?”
“Yes!” Her voice is a high-pitched hiss now. I can tell she’s ready to explode with excitement, but since we’re in the middle of a lesson, now probably isn’t the best time.
“Congratulations,” I whisper. “That’s wonderful. So you told him how you feel about him?”
“Well, not exactly.” Gemma ducks her head and doodles a pattern on the corner of her page. “I might have mentioned going as friends.”
“Gemma,” I scold, loud enough that Anise looks up from helping someone at the front of the
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