Yeah. Wait—how do you know about him?”
“Uh, Kendric mentioned him,” she mumbled, trying to recover. She’d forgotten to pretend she had no connection to Tiergan.
“Oh yeah, he hates Kendric. Blames him for the dad being exiled or something. But I might be remembering wrong. Wylie’s a few years older than me, so I’ve never met him or anything. You ready to go?”
She slipped her satchel over her head. “Yep. How do we get there?”
He led her up to the cupola and pointed to hundreds of crystals hanging in a round chandelier. “The Leapmaster 500. You’re lucky. My parents aren’t nobility, so they’re only authorized to have the 250—it’s missing tons of cool places. Foxfire!” he shouted.
The crystals rotated until one lowered, casting a beam of light toward the ground.
“You ready?” he asked.
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