A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought...
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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬—𝐌𝐒 𝐌𝐑 𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛
When Rhysand notices my presence in the hallway, he gives me a slight nod, and a breath of relief passes my lips. He did what I requested of him.
When Rhysand passes by me, he gently brushes his hand against my gloved one in a reassuring manner. He must sense my anxiety. Smiling through the veil at the gesture, I walk past him until I make it to the wooden door that leads into my chambers.
When I enter my bedroom, I close and lock the door behind me. I rip my veil off as well as the rest of my clothes and walk into my bathroom. I turn on my shower, set the heat as high as possible, and allow the bathroom to steam with heat. After about ten minutes, I open the cabinet under my sink and grab the glass jar I placed under it a few hours ago. I open the lid and place it on the counter. Holding my palm out, I draw all of the hot steam flowing through my bathroom into the glass jar, sealing the heat inside with the lid. Fire will draw attention in the woods, and I need a way to keep warm. This will help with that without drawing attention. Warm clothes will help block out the cold, but in these woods, I will need more. I'm lucky that I'm leaving at the end of August and not December or something. I wouldn't survive in those woods with that cold. Not even a giant fire would stop the cold from freezing me.
A knock on my door draws my attention. Slightly frantic, I put the jar back into the cabinet under my sink and peek my head out of my bathroom. "Who is it?" I call out. A moment of silence passes before the person on the outside of my door answers. "Headmistress Kirova," the female answers. I swallow and force myself to speak up. "I'm not dressed."
"That's alright. I'll wait out here until you are," she announces. I quickly rush out of my bathroom and grab some clothes, throwing them on. She is allowed to see me unveiled, so I just throw on a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved shirt. Casting a quick unlocking charm on my door, I move to stand in front of my bed with my hands clasped in front of me. "I'm dressed." A moment later, the door opens, and my headmistress enters.
"Headmistress," I greet, bowing my head. "Kritana," she greets. Her voice doesn't sound angry or too calm, meaning I'm probably not in trouble.
Probably.
"How are you feeling?" she asks. I swallow. "Fine. My magic seems fine as well. I don't even want to know how bad my magic could get if I were to forget to take the pill," I answer. She nods, looking me up and down. "I'm sure that you have noticed your tattoo as well as your eyes." I nod. "My green eyes shocked me a bit. I got up to use the restroom and it was quite dark. I saw two glowing green dots in the mirror. Nearly fell over," I lie. "The tattoo is beautiful though. It just scared me a little."
"Why would it scare you?" she asks, tilting her head. I hold out my hand, palm facing up. "It blinks at me," I tell her. She looks at my hand, her eyebrows raising when she sees the eye blink.
