Chapter 92

Elodie

They didn’t announce my arrest again.

They didn’t need to.

By nightfall, the academy had turned into a cage.

Guards doubled at every corridor. Doors were sealed with runes I didn’t recognize. Even the air felt watched, heavy with magic meant to suppress—not protect.

Randy led me through the eastern wing, his grip firm around my hand. We moved fast, silent, avoiding torches and open halls. Every few steps, he paused, listening.

“They’ll be searching the dorms ...