If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

Hmm, I officially amend my previous statement. Clearly one of them is that stupid.

And?” I crossed my arms over my chest. I almost tapped my foot waiting for him to answer, but caught myself and held my foot still. That would have been weird—way too much like my mother. ~Milayna.

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

Marilynn...Passed out black cases to everyone. I opened mine to find an iPad inside. Several candidates whistled. Despite my agitated state, it impressed me too. Maybe wizard school wasn’t going to be as lame as I had thought.“All of your schedules and assignments will be done on these,” Marilynn explained. “The whole school is on these. We’ve had them for awhile now.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch.

Well, can you tell her that?'He looked down at his feet. 'I will. I will.'Guy-speak for, 'I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.