Getting away from my chaperon was one of the hardest parts of going to the school, but I knew I needed to be there and in order for that to happen I’d needed to agree to having someone watch over me. I felt sorry for Alban, because every time I managed to escape him he got hauled in front of the head once more, but that didn’t stop me from leaving him behind once more as I stalked across the field. Even though I could hear him calling my name, sounding angrier than I’d ever heard him sound, I kept going, as I was going to be later, again, for my appointment. Thankfully my mentor was understanding.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.