The carriage ride back to Arethia University was supposed to be quiet. But sitting on the soft seats, all I could think about was Malachi's tight grip, his glowing eyes, and the sheer drama we were leaving behind.
According to Professor Corvin, the king had demanded that the book be brought back to the royal court immediately. At least our research wasn't completely dead. Before the royal guards took the ancient book, Professor Corvin did something incredibly smart. With a quick wave of his hand and a copy spell, he made a perfect replica of the pages in a blank journal. The King got the original, but we got to keep our cheat sheet.
"So..." Xavier leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He was staring right at me. "What did my cousin say to you in the hallway? You looked like you wanted to push him out of a window."
"None of your business, Xavier," I said, leaning my head against the window to watch the trees pass by.
