Thirty-Nine

Seraphina's P.O.V.

The ceiling fan above me released just enough air to prevent me from sweating, but I was still overly warm. It wasn't just mentally exhausting, casting was surprisingly physically demanding as well. Not the extent Meredith had claimed when she got a good laugh the first week of training me like I was in bootcamp, but it felt as though all of my energy had been tapped and drained.

I lay on my back next to Meredith as she continued to talk to me in Latin. Her belief was that breaks from casting would not be a break from linguistics. If we weren't practicing spells, we were learning Latin and vice versa.

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked, amusement clear in her voice as I lay flat on the ground with my arms limp next to me.

"No, not at all actually." I turned my head with a smile. I was listening, and she knew it, but I was in no shape to retain the information.

Meredith let out a sarcastic laugh before getting to her feet. "Very funny! I think it's time to tak