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room.
“Miss Alcourt. Miss Larkenwood,” she says. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not discussing the lesson?”
I snap my mouth shut, deciding the question is most likely of the rhetorical sort. “Um …” Gemma mumbles.
“Probably because they’re not,” Saskia says from behind us, loud enough for most of the class to hear.
Since most of the mentors seem to favor Saskia and eat up whatever she says, I expect this comment to land us in even more trouble. But Anise simply crosses her arms over her chest and says, “You’re no better, Miss Starkweather. I’ve heard the words ‘secret admirer’ at least three times during this lesson, and I have no doubt where they came from.”
Suppressed laughter comes from several desks around the room. On the left near the front, though, Blaze crosses his arms and slides further down into his seat with a thunderous expression on his face. Nobody who was in the dining hall for breakfast this morning could have missed his public break-up with Saskia. She kept going on and on about the secret admirer who’d left her a gift of jewelry in her locker yesterday afternoon, along with a note asking her to meet him at the ball tonight. Blaze stood up and shouted for everyone to hear that she could attend the ball without him if she was so intrigued with this secret admirer. I can’t say I blame him.
As Anise turns back to the board at the front of the room, Gemma leans over again and whispers, “Please, please, please come. If things get weird with Rick, I need you to rescue me. Besides, do you really want to miss this year’s theme? All creatures great and small. It’s going to be epic.”
“Why would things get weird?” I ask as I continue writing down potion instructions. “And it’s too late for me to find a date.”
“You don’t need a date. Lots of people don’t take dates.”
I look at her. “So you want me to be a third wheel to your just-friends date with Rick?”
“No, no. You can just … be near in case I need you.”
She looks so desperate, and she is my friend. I suppose I can make the effort to get dressed up and go to this ball if it’ll help her nerves in some way. Thank goodness I took a few minutes to venture into Raven’s cluttered design room last night to choose some items I could reach without having to climb into the mess. “Okay,” I say with a sigh. “I’ll come.”
“Yay!” Gemma squeezes my arm, then lowers her head and scribbles across her page as Anise looks back at us with a frown.
I give Anise an innocent smile. She looks away, and I cover my mouth as a wide yawn takes over. Dreams of my time locked up in Zell’s dungeon continue to disturb my sleep every night and it’s taking a toll. The dreams always vary slightly. Sometimes Chase is there, sometimes it’s the boy I pushed off the top of the chef school building. Last night it was Gaius in the shadows, calling my name in barely audible tones. He struggled against some invisible force, crying out to me again and again. It sends a chill across my skin just thinking about it.
I blink the memory away, then swat at a surveillance insect as it buzzes too close. Honestly, can’t they keep those things hovering around the ceiling instead of getting too close to a person’s mouth when she’s yawning? Do the people who have to watch all these recordings really need to see inside my mouth?
“Ow!” The bug bumps into the back of my hand and stings it before zooming away. I rub at the tiny red spot as Gemma and several other trainees look up.
“Miss Larkenwood?” Anise says. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sorry, I’m fine.” I rub the red spot that’s already disappearing. “The bug just startled me, that’s all.” I guess it was a real one after all.
“At least it wasn’t a mischievous sprite,” Gemma whispers. “I was in second year when one of them blew laughing dust into my face during a lesson. I had to be escorted out because my giggling was
“Miss Alcourt. Miss Larkenwood,” she says. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not discussing the lesson?”
I snap my mouth shut, deciding the question is most likely of the rhetorical sort. “Um …” Gemma mumbles.
“Probably because they’re not,” Saskia says from behind us, loud enough for most of the class to hear.
Since most of the mentors seem to favor Saskia and eat up whatever she says, I expect this comment to land us in even more trouble. But Anise simply crosses her arms over her chest and says, “You’re no better, Miss Starkweather. I’ve heard the words ‘secret admirer’ at least three times during this lesson, and I have no doubt where they came from.”
Suppressed laughter comes from several desks around the room. On the left near the front, though, Blaze crosses his arms and slides further down into his seat with a thunderous expression on his face. Nobody who was in the dining hall for breakfast this morning could have missed his public break-up with Saskia. She kept going on and on about the secret admirer who’d left her a gift of jewelry in her locker yesterday afternoon, along with a note asking her to meet him at the ball tonight. Blaze stood up and shouted for everyone to hear that she could attend the ball without him if she was so intrigued with this secret admirer. I can’t say I blame him.
As Anise turns back to the board at the front of the room, Gemma leans over again and whispers, “Please, please, please come. If things get weird with Rick, I need you to rescue me. Besides, do you really want to miss this year’s theme? All creatures great and small. It’s going to be epic.”
“Why would things get weird?” I ask as I continue writing down potion instructions. “And it’s too late for me to find a date.”
“You don’t need a date. Lots of people don’t take dates.”
I look at her. “So you want me to be a third wheel to your just-friends date with Rick?”
“No, no. You can just … be near in case I need you.”
She looks so desperate, and she is my friend. I suppose I can make the effort to get dressed up and go to this ball if it’ll help her nerves in some way. Thank goodness I took a few minutes to venture into Raven’s cluttered design room last night to choose some items I could reach without having to climb into the mess. “Okay,” I say with a sigh. “I’ll come.”
“Yay!” Gemma squeezes my arm, then lowers her head and scribbles across her page as Anise looks back at us with a frown.
I give Anise an innocent smile. She looks away, and I cover my mouth as a wide yawn takes over. Dreams of my time locked up in Zell’s dungeon continue to disturb my sleep every night and it’s taking a toll. The dreams always vary slightly. Sometimes Chase is there, sometimes it’s the boy I pushed off the top of the chef school building. Last night it was Gaius in the shadows, calling my name in barely audible tones. He struggled against some invisible force, crying out to me again and again. It sends a chill across my skin just thinking about it.
I blink the memory away, then swat at a surveillance insect as it buzzes too close. Honestly, can’t they keep those things hovering around the ceiling instead of getting too close to a person’s mouth when she’s yawning? Do the people who have to watch all these recordings really need to see inside my mouth?
“Ow!” The bug bumps into the back of my hand and stings it before zooming away. I rub at the tiny red spot as Gemma and several other trainees look up.
“Miss Larkenwood?” Anise says. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sorry, I’m fine.” I rub the red spot that’s already disappearing. “The bug just startled me, that’s all.” I guess it was a real one after all.
“At least it wasn’t a mischievous sprite,” Gemma whispers. “I was in second year when one of them blew laughing dust into my face during a lesson. I had to be escorted out because my giggling was
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