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“Then stay out of my head.”

Another wave of paralyzing hunger assaults me, and I nearly crush
Markham’s scroll in my hand. “Don’t be an ass.”

I swear I hear him chuff a chuckle in response.

“We’d better hurry or we’ll miss breakfast.”
“Right.” I finish rolling the scroll and put it back on the cart.

…

“I want to be like the cool kids,” Rhiannon grumbles as first-years from

Second and Third Wings pour out of the stairwell of the turret that leads up
to Professor Carr’s classroom that afternoon, further clogging the hallway

on our way to Battle Brief.
“We will,” I promise, linking my arm through hers. Have to admit, there’s

more than a little twinge of jealousy in my chest.

“You may be cool, but you will never be as cool as I am!” Ridoc pushes
past Liam and throws his arm over my shoulder.

“She’s talking about everyone who’s already channeling,” I explain,

juggling my books so I don’t drop them. “Though at least if we’re not
channeling, we’re not stressed about manifesting a signet before the magic

kills us.” The relic in the center of my back tingles, and I can’t help but

wonder if Andarna’s gift has triggered that clock for me.
“Oh, I thought we were discussing how I just owned that physics test.”

He grins. “Definitely the highest score in the class.”
Rhiannon rolls her eyes. “Please. I scored five points higher than you.”

“We stopped counting your grades months ago.” He leans forward

slightly. “Your grades in that class make it unfair for the rest of us.” He
looks between our shoulders. “Wait. What did you get, Mairi?”

“Not getting into the middle of this,” Liam responds.
I laugh as we break apart, entering the bottleneck of cadets to get into the

briefing room.