I hissed as another wave of pain seared through my hand. The wound on my wrist was bothering me a bit too much. Why did I have to slit my right hand? Cutting my left hand would have given Alistair the same blood.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I forced myself to write one word after another. The chilling ache was so intense that writing every letter required conscious effort. It also slowed me down drastically. Despite my best efforts, I managed to write only half the paper in the allotted time.
“What happened, Ayame?” Lilith asked, as she caught up with me. “Why do you look so disheartened?”
“I could finish only half the paper.” I sighed, ducking my head in disappointment.
“What!? Ayame Hills attempted only half the paper.” She gasped and shook her head. “How did such a thing happ
