And yet, Sophie understood his concern.Įvery parent roaming the streamer-lined halls. The Midterms Celebration was a Foxfire Academy tradition-hardly the impending doom Sandor was imagining. All around them, kids were running through the confetti-covered atrium in their amber-gold Level Three uniforms, capes flying as they caught snacks and bottles of lushberry juice and stuffed tinsel-wrapped gifts into the long white thinking caps dangling from everyone’s lockers. Several prodigies raced past, and Sandor pulled Sophie closer as the giggling group jumped to pop the candy-filled bubbles floating near the shimmering crystal trees. His squeaky voice reminded Sophie more of a talking mouse than a deadly bodyguard. THIS IS A security nightmare!" Sandor grumbled, keeping his huge gray hand poised over his enormous black sword. The ground rattled harder, the first fissures crackling the stones. They were too focused on their celebration. No one else would feel the ripples swelling, like waves gathering speed. The tremors grew with every step, the shifting subtle but unmistakable. The floor shook as she hesitated and threads of dust slipped through the ceiling, scratching her throat and making it hurt to breathe.īack and forth the halls snaked-a careful maze, designed to deceive. The words tumbled through Sophie’s mind as she raced up the spiral staircase, counting her steps, trying to guess which door to take.Ī third revealed a path that glowed with eerie blue balefire sconces.
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