Morning classes passed in a blur of more defensive lessons, good-luck-with-being-a-necromancer lectures, and cramps in my hand from taking so many notes.

And then it was time for Psycho-Physical Education with Ramsey. This should go well. We hadn't officially cancelled our training session today, but because of what had happened this morning, that was pretty much a given.

His threat in the library flared sharply in some of the upperclassmen we passed in the hallway ...