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“Come back with me tomorrow and see Headmaster Clarke at The Academy.” My head reeled back in shock. “Why the Nightling would I do that?” He looked me up and down again, slowly, and my stomach warmed. “Because you have more magic than anyone I’ve ever met. I can smell it on you, like a sharp, aged whiskey. You belong here.”
“She’s the daughter of Marissa Bane. Don’t tell me that doesn’t terrify you.”
What assurance can you give me that you will create a warrior and not a weapon?” she pleaded. It seemed like for the first time since I had heard the woman speak, she wanted to save me. Save me from myself? The thought was terrifying.
“Marissa hated people because they only ever disappointed her. She felt like a mistake and said so many times,” Clarke said. “Her mind was dark from a young age. I hear differently about Fallon. The people of her village gathered around her and fought your guards to keep her there. They loved her. She’s been loved, which is something Marissa didn’t have.”
“You’re on probation.” “For being born?” He peered at me very sternly. “For being born of the darkest fae lineage known throughout all generations, yes.”
I knew in that moment that no matter what Ariyon did to me, no matter how cruel my four years here were with him at The Academy, I would never be able to hate a single hair on his head. I owed him everything.
“And what if I go dark?” I whimpered. His face sobered. “Then I will jump into the shadows and pull you back to the Light.”
