Trial of Flame
she pouted.
“Ask nicely,” I said. “The castle’s got a soft spot for sass and chaos.”
Then of course… the peace shattered.
Click click click.
The unmistakable sound of entitled, stompy heels echoed across the hall.
“Here we go,” I muttered, not even bothering to look up.
Seraphina Volarix strutted over like she owned the damn school, her little clone posse trailing behind her.
She leaned down, real close, and hissed, “My daddy is in the Obsidian Accord, trash. He says you're a dangerous half breed who should’ve been exterminated.”
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