So someone wanted me dead.
Was I a threat? To whom, though? It could be anyone, really, since I'd made my fair share of enemies in the short amount of time I'd been here. Lots of people had the opportunity to slip the death charm into my pocket through a sleight of hand or magic without me realizing. Death charms were light and quiet for a reason, after all.
All through the next day's classes, I hugged my cloak pockets close to my body, staring at everyone suspiciously. They stared suspiciously right back. To them, I was a killer. To me, they were the ones who all wanted me dead.
Call it a hunch, but I didn't think it was Ramsey. Sure, he'd had plenty of opportunity, but...I just wasn't sure about him. Especially after finally gathering the courage to look into the crystal ball.
It sh
