Kaela

Our charade, as I like to call it, continued for two weeks, and nobody suspected a thing.

Every day after school was the same routine. Flynn and I would pretend to be hanging out, and Clara would pick us up, take us to the training spot, and back home when we were finished.

I was starting to think I was such a genius. A dangerous one. I mean, I always was.

Somehow, Magic had become normal.

“Focus,” Hera barked at me.

“I am focusing,” I said ...