I had barely taken a few steps across the courtyard, in the direction of the Sun dormitory—that’s what the boy’s dorm at the academy is called—when I heard the sound of my mobile ringing in my small black side satchel that I’d grabbed in my hurry to get out of the bedroom.
With a groan, I paused and slipped my hand inside to retrieve my phone.
Guilt bubbled in my stomach as soon as I saw my best friend’s face flashing on the screen.
I hadn’t spoken to Peter since lecturer Merrin had whisked me away to The Winterwood Academy. That was totally unlike me. Usually, I saw him every day at school, but I hadn’t even been able to drop him a text to let him know I was going away. What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I won’t be going to Gilford High anymore because I’m a witch and I’ve been moved to
