“First day?” asks the male to my right.
I turn to him and raise my eyebrow. “How’d you guess?”
He just laughs. “I know the look. Like a deer in the headlights. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
“I do not look like a deer in the headlights!” I protest, even though I know he’s right. The sun has barely even come up yet and the class has already assembled: more than twenty students standing in rows in the training yard behind the castle. I feel like an i***t for missing breakfast, but I guess I was more tired than I thought last night. If the hall monitor hadn’t come banging on my door ten minutes ago, I probably would have slept right through training. I barely had time to pull on some cargo pants and a fitted sweater before I was scurrying outside, cursing under my breath.
“Whatever
