Chapter 26Zofia was midway into her morning when Percival appeared in the room—almost as if he had Evanished, he was so quiet on his feet (and this aggravated her to no end, since she couldn't detect him until he was almost upon her), and announced, “The master would like to see you, madam.”
An awful sinking feeling slid through her chest as she blinked up at Percival. Dragon crap! After her confrontation with Jacques earlier, this could not bode well. She didn't think the little snit would go rat on her so quickly.
“Alright,” she said, standing demurely. “Where is he?”
“I will take you to him,” Percival said and turned swiftly to lead her from the room. The long, silent march through the corridors felt oddly like one of those times she had to go and face the headmistress of her school
