I’d been avoiding the truth, telling myself it was impossible, but I had to be sure. I had to do something that I should’ve done from the moment she first got under my skin.
I walked straight to the check-in desk at the Academy Records Office.
The Warlock on duty, Lyris, brightened when she saw me.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the academy’s favorite trouble magnet. Shouldn’t you be drowning in alcohol and questionable decisions right now?”
I forced a smile. “Trust me, I’m trying to avoid both.”
She laughed and leaned forward on her elbows. “What can I do for you?
“I need a favor,” I said casually, though my pulse hammered.
She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. “A favor for the golden boy?
She tilted her head, intrigued. “Depends. Does it involve signing autographs on enchanted
