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the severe expression on her face. She understood right away what
Tristan had meant about not wanting to get on her bad side. The woman had the
permanent scowl of a sergeant major.
    Tristan made his way over to an empty desk at the back and sat down.
Zoey followed his example and seated herself at the desk next to him. She
folded her hands in her lap and waited. The classroom was as still as a tomb, the
only sound was her heart thumping rapidly in her ears.
    “Zoey St. John.” Agent Ward’s voice blasted through the eerie
silence like a bomb. “Please stand.”
    Reluctantly, Zoey pushed her chair back and stood. She looked
nervously at the old woman.
    “Please introduce yourself to the group—tell us a little about
yourself,” said Agent Ward in a commanding voice.
    Zoey’s throat was dry, her heart started to drum louder in her ears,
and her arms felt unnatural hanging by her sides, almost like they didn’t
belong to her. Speaking before a group of people wasn’t new to her, she had
done this many times before in front of new foster families. But this time was
different—she was facing a new environment. The speech that she had practiced
the night before wouldn’t work, so she decided to wing it.
    She cleared her throat. “Hi, uh…my name is Zoey St. John…uh…but I
guess you already know that.”
    Giggles and snorts filled the room, but she ignored them and
continued. “I’m fourteen years old, and I’m from Toronto. But I don’t know
where I’m really from ‘cause…well, I’m
an orphan, see—I’ve never known my real family. Agent Barnes found me yesterday
and brought me here, because I’m a Seventh like you—”
    “You’re not like us,” said
a boy.
    He turned around in his seat, glowering at her. He had perfectly
groomed, wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes, like a husky’s. He wore
expensive designer clothes, and Zoey noticed a ruby ring in the shape of the
letter O around his pinky. His porcelain skin made him look more like a vampire
than a student.
    “We come from good families, ancient families. We’re not from the
streets like you , so don’t try to
compare us. You’re nothing like us, Drifter .”
He nearly spit as he said the last word.
    “That’s enough, Stuart King,” said Agent Ward. “I will not tolerate
rudeness in my class.”
    Stuart gave Zoey a menacing glare and then turned around in his
seat.
    It took all of Zoey’s inner strength to stay where she was, because she
wanted to leap over and punch him in the face.
    Agent Ward eyed her darkly. “Let’s make one thing clear, Zoey St.
John. You are here as a result of Management’s decision, not mine. I for one
would have never permitted a Drifter to share my classroom, but
again, it was not my decision to make. Understand this. You will not get any special treatment from me. If you
cannot keep up with the rest of the class, you will fail, and you will be
forced to repeat the program next year—if there are enough students to start a new program. My job is to make agents
out of this group, and if I feel you are a distraction to the others, if your
presence affects their studies—I will
fail you. I will keep failing you until I feel you have proven yourself capable.
Am I clear?”
    Zoey didn’t answer right away. Her nervousness was suddenly replaced
by anger. “Perfectly clear.”
    “ Agent Ward.”
    Zoey lowered her eyes. “Perfectly clear ¼ Agent Ward.”
    Agent Ward raised an eyebrow. “Good. I look forward to observing
your special talents. I’ve heard so much about you from Agent Barnes.”
    The students laughed, and she raised her hand to silence them.
    “Now, each program starts in January, which means you are six months
behind this year’s group, Miss St. John, so you’ll need to work very hard to
catch up—if you can.”
    More students laughed. “We are studying the rank two mystics. We
have already covered all of the rank ones—you will have to learn them on your
own. Please sit and login