THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH
Ingrid replied with a shrug, “but unfortunately for you, Marwood doesn’t care about either. You’re summoned. And we both know what that means.”
Callum nodded, solemn. “He used that word. Summoned. Said to escort you personally.”
The word curled cold in my chest. Summoned. Not invited. Not requested.
“Like I’m a pawn in some ritual,” I muttered, shutting my book with a soft thud. “Do I get a ceremonial robe too, or just public humiliation?”
“Depends on the choreography,” Ingrid offered with a smirk. “But I’d bet on both.”
I sighed, pressing the heel of my palm to my temple. “I have so much to study. Ravel’s going to murder me if I flunk this glyph translation.”
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