The journey from the Academy is more or less quiet. Lykos, Adrian and Korinna are killing time by reading the future from their hands. Well, Korinna is the one, doing the readings, while the boys keep teasing her. I don't think they actually believe in this kind of stuff. But I do. That's why I politely decline her offer to read my future too. I don't need another bad prediction, the prophecy of Mrs Pandia was speaking loud enough for itself.
I sit by the window, not feeling even a hint of sickness, as I drank the concotion against it beforehand. My mind travels to a distant memory of Eros, pouring the bitter liquid down my throat. I was mad at him at the time, because Zara poisoned my thoughts, telling me, that he was supposed to be bethroted to Flora.
It was also the day, that I
