Chapter Five
Back at the Messenger’s offices, I flopped down at my desk, exasperated. As if he’d been waiting for my return, Mitch walked over as soon as I sat.
“So? How’d it go?” he asked, again perching on the corner of my desk, his arms crossed.
“The Healers let me see her,” I said.
“See who? And why?” he asked, and I hesitated, unsure whether or not I should reveal Phoebe’s identity — but he was sure to find out about everything eventually anyway.
“Phoebe Thornton,” I said. “And they let me in because they recognized me, knew about my powers, and thought I could help.”
“Don’t know her,” Mitch said, shrugging. “What’s important about her?”
“She was Professor Delia Frost’s understudy,” I said. Mitch’s eyes went wide.
“So was it Professor Frost who was killed?”
“Yes,” I said.
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