va Stu

t pressure were a pair

Bride, dragon-kin of an old, proud bloodline, Dean of Blaze-Spirit House. The othe

th. Shock flickered across his face-then

e blond prefect-dropped in

knew the Dean had just watc

anded on me and stayed, weighing

glanced at the hourglass. "Ten seconds," he m

student, the benchmark against

me. His presence was so heavy I

d my

veva Stuart. Chaotic Affinity. Did the Silver Clou

raise. His words landed l

e Dean: I was simply completing the

my face for pride, for excitemen

expression was as sti

h. "The test is passed. Don't let it mean anything to you. This school do

ind her something to do. I believe the cauldro

. A girl who had broken a legen

. Even the blond prefect, who had

est-and a shield. He wanted to see how I would react, wh

teady. "Yes, Dean. When s

nged a look-surprise, and

w the arrogance of a prodigy. My quiet compliance

e head of services, Yvette Vance, yours

But their eyes held a new mixture: pity, c

stle. It made no difference whether I was bou

aired boy mutter, "The Dean'

-

ld learn what pas

paced like a caged lion. My calm, re

owled. "Would the Silver Cloud Society rea

e fools who mistook a diamond for a shard of glass. Two: they know e

y territory now. Find out. Everything-every injustice she suffere

nodded

sly smile touching his mouth. "Let'