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Chapter 7

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t to Emmett felt like sitting

dn't

breathe

is eyes fixed on Foster's diagrams with a f

k, the movements of his hand wer

sideways a

riting in m

mpressed shorthand used exclusively by the old Dr

ng over his desk, whispering loudly e

ed by snickering from his lackeys. "Wonder if the cle

tt's jaw mu

nib bending against the parchment unti

y left, shifting my shoulders to block t

inctive, prote

rushed against the

linched

a hot branding iron to his skin,

the stone floor, drawing a sharp, w

my own side of the desk, my face flushing wit

't look

d away, his shoulder d

ling away, his frayed cuff had ri

ath hi

rief sliced clean

ist bone was a thick, jagged ri

a clean

bitten deep into growing flesh, compounded by jagged, s

nce, in the dim light of our bedchamber w

sgust, assuming he had earned them

future memories bearing d

n Kow

fa

madness took him, and the cruel, agonizing suppression of Draconic blood t

ed the sleeve

nking the frayed cuff over the s

to mine, and what I saw i

re, corne

xpected to be struck because

dn't s

there believing that

rom my folder, took my quill, and wro

t stil

e tip of my wand, mutterin

quare and fluttered across the few inches separati

ooked do

pupils dila

long, scarred finger

he might actually read i

a tiny tongue of pale blue fla

could even unfold, dissolving into a

t need t

clear: None of

my teeth

i

his defenses, I would

another scrap

ree times faster than Foster is speaking. Can I

ked my

flutter

flame caught

even touch

isper of smoke, and nothi

my left, her mouth forming a sil

een my greatest flaw; tod

a third pie

out his scars, and I didn'

ply w

handwriting. It l

re fingers, refusing to use magic, sto

ared at t

owed in utter

flicking from the messy ink to

a venomous snake that had s

n't bu

ately, he picke

the paper over, and scratched a s

k toward me with th

eagerly, my heart le

es that pierced the fibers of th

qui

up in my chest,

a bright, genuine giggle escaped anyway, earning me ano

dn't

sk, folding it carefully and slipping it into t

d ans

, and deadly, but the f

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