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totally out of control. So embarrassing.”
The remainder of the lesson passes without incident. For the next lesson, we all traipse down to the fifth-year lab on one of the lower levels to practice the potion we’ve just been taught. Our training sessions took place this morning, which means when our time in the lab is done, we’re finished for the day. Excited chattering fills the room as we gather our things and head out. Most of us stop by the lockers to grab our training bags, and at least half the class gathers around Saskia to see if she’s been gifted more jewelry by her secret admirer. I ignore them all and open my own locker. I reach for my bag, but my hand stills as I see a folded piece of paper on the top shelf. I hesitate, frowning, then pick it up and unfold it.
Calla,
Come to the ball tonight. Meet me beneath the stained glass clock at 9 pm.
Looking forward to a dance with you,
Your secret admirer
I almost burst out laughing. This is definitely a joke. I look around to see if anyone’s watching me, but all eyes are on Saskia as she hunts through her locker. She steps back and lets out a huff. I guess there’s no gift for her today. I look down at the note again, wondering if it’s the same as the one Saskia got yesterday. Is this the kind of thing that makes her giddy with excitement? If so, I don’t understand it. I find this note creepy, not romantic, and I plan to stay far away from any clock I see at the ball tonight.
I push the note into my bag, shut my locker, and wave goodbye to Gemma. “See you later,” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. I turn and walk past my classmates. Instead of heading for the foyer, though, I walk in the opposite direction toward the training center. Everyone else is rushing off to get ready for the ball tonight, but Olive scheduled an extra hour of training for me. She probably thought she’d be ruining my ball-preparation plans by doing so. Little does she know I’d far rather spend my evening in the training center than in a ballroom.
* * *
I enjoy my workout, so I keep going for longer than an hour. But eventually I have to leave if I’m hoping to look half decent tonight. I don’t have much of an outfit yet—just a collection of materials I thought might look good together—and it’ll take some time to get the basic clothes casting spells I know to work together to produce something wearable.
I hurry along the corridor and out to the foyer. There’s no one else here except the faerie walking casually down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. Clearly he isn’t attending the ball tonight. Or if he is, he’s not worried about—
Hang on. I look closer, then freeze on the spot as the faerie reaches the bottom step and keeps walking. “Zed?” I whisper in horror. He looks my way. Panic crosses his face, and his steps falter slightly, but he keeps moving. Toward me. He stops beside me and smiles.
“Calla. What are you still doing here?” Up close, he doesn’t look nearly at ease. His shoulders are tense and his smile is strained.
“You … you’re the one who escaped?” I whisper, leaning closer to him. No one said a word today about someone escaping the detainment area, so I’d almost forgotten about it.
“Stop looking so shocked,” Zed says, never allowing his smile to fade. “If someone walks past, you’re going to give me away.”
I straighten and look around before returning my gaze to Zed. “How the heck did you escape?”
Quietly, he says, “You’re not the only one with a Griffin Ability.”
My lips part, but I don’t know what to say. We never speak of Zed’s Griffin Ability, but I haven’t forgotten it. That strange, disturbing power of his. One touch, and he can make a person relive his or her nightmares. Trouble is, Zed gets to feel the same terror his ‘victim’ is experiencing. It’s not the most pleasant of Griffin Abilities.
“I thought … I thought you said you never wanted to use that
The remainder of the lesson passes without incident. For the next lesson, we all traipse down to the fifth-year lab on one of the lower levels to practice the potion we’ve just been taught. Our training sessions took place this morning, which means when our time in the lab is done, we’re finished for the day. Excited chattering fills the room as we gather our things and head out. Most of us stop by the lockers to grab our training bags, and at least half the class gathers around Saskia to see if she’s been gifted more jewelry by her secret admirer. I ignore them all and open my own locker. I reach for my bag, but my hand stills as I see a folded piece of paper on the top shelf. I hesitate, frowning, then pick it up and unfold it.
Calla,
Come to the ball tonight. Meet me beneath the stained glass clock at 9 pm.
Looking forward to a dance with you,
Your secret admirer
I almost burst out laughing. This is definitely a joke. I look around to see if anyone’s watching me, but all eyes are on Saskia as she hunts through her locker. She steps back and lets out a huff. I guess there’s no gift for her today. I look down at the note again, wondering if it’s the same as the one Saskia got yesterday. Is this the kind of thing that makes her giddy with excitement? If so, I don’t understand it. I find this note creepy, not romantic, and I plan to stay far away from any clock I see at the ball tonight.
I push the note into my bag, shut my locker, and wave goodbye to Gemma. “See you later,” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. I turn and walk past my classmates. Instead of heading for the foyer, though, I walk in the opposite direction toward the training center. Everyone else is rushing off to get ready for the ball tonight, but Olive scheduled an extra hour of training for me. She probably thought she’d be ruining my ball-preparation plans by doing so. Little does she know I’d far rather spend my evening in the training center than in a ballroom.
* * *
I enjoy my workout, so I keep going for longer than an hour. But eventually I have to leave if I’m hoping to look half decent tonight. I don’t have much of an outfit yet—just a collection of materials I thought might look good together—and it’ll take some time to get the basic clothes casting spells I know to work together to produce something wearable.
I hurry along the corridor and out to the foyer. There’s no one else here except the faerie walking casually down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. Clearly he isn’t attending the ball tonight. Or if he is, he’s not worried about—
Hang on. I look closer, then freeze on the spot as the faerie reaches the bottom step and keeps walking. “Zed?” I whisper in horror. He looks my way. Panic crosses his face, and his steps falter slightly, but he keeps moving. Toward me. He stops beside me and smiles.
“Calla. What are you still doing here?” Up close, he doesn’t look nearly at ease. His shoulders are tense and his smile is strained.
“You … you’re the one who escaped?” I whisper, leaning closer to him. No one said a word today about someone escaping the detainment area, so I’d almost forgotten about it.
“Stop looking so shocked,” Zed says, never allowing his smile to fade. “If someone walks past, you’re going to give me away.”
I straighten and look around before returning my gaze to Zed. “How the heck did you escape?”
Quietly, he says, “You’re not the only one with a Griffin Ability.”
My lips part, but I don’t know what to say. We never speak of Zed’s Griffin Ability, but I haven’t forgotten it. That strange, disturbing power of his. One touch, and he can make a person relive his or her nightmares. Trouble is, Zed gets to feel the same terror his ‘victim’ is experiencing. It’s not the most pleasant of Griffin Abilities.
“I thought … I thought you said you never wanted to use that
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