When I was seven, Lucas Mercer was attacked by a two-headed hound.To save him, I took the bite meant for his neck. The hound bit me in the shoulder, and I passed out right there.My life was never in danger, but those huge, gaping jaws left me badly traumatized.Ever since then, I'd been hesitant and slow, always a little lost.I was scared to go anywhere near monsters, and I always felt my elemental magic simply wasn't strong enough.Aldridge Academy trained ice and fire wizards by the dozen. It wasn't the place for me.So I chose a potions academy instead.Soon, Lucas and I would be on two different continents.Just thinking about it made my eyes sting.Just as my tears were about to fall, my phone lit up.It was a text from Lucas.[We're done with the show. The graduation ball's tonight, so hurry up and get to the flying-bus stop. Don't waste time polishing your broom.]That only made me feel worse.When we were little, Lucas's family was poor. His broom was a battered secondhand t
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