“Congratulations on deciding to take the Mastership test.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN“The universe is not cruel; it is fair.”
~ Shivnath Valestar, Twelfth Age
Keriya had told the nurse she’d tripped. It was clear the woman hadn’t believed this story, but she gave Keriya a covai potion for her concussion and ointment for her bruises. A month had passed since Jaidon’s attack, and Keriya still had to drink a dose of the foul medicine every morning and night. The concoction was minty and acrid, reminding her vaguely of the aloefern teas Erasmus used to brew.
By the time her test day arrived, her anger toward Jaidon had given way to excitement. She was going to pass—she could feel it in her bones. Her head was lucid, her body was healthy and strong, and as a bonus, she was excused from her morning chor
