Chapter Twelve
I bounded up the stairs to the Veilside Academy of Magic’s library. There wasn’t a gargoyle standing guard as usual, but maybe Raina had alerted them ahead of time I was on my way.
Inside, my feet screeched against the polished floor as I stuttered to a stop at one of the dozens of lengthy tables floating between the bookshelves like driftwood. There, Raina sat in a pool of her sapphire robes trading whispers with Heath Highmore, the Head Warlock of Moon Grove.
Heath gazed up and smiled at me, crinkling the crow’s feet carved into the corners of his eyes. His black satin robes spilled over his chair, shimmering in the library’s dim light.
“There she is, and in a hurry, no less. That’s my kind of witch,” Heath said and winked at me.
“I got here as fast as I could. What i
