Putting on the uniform completed our disguise. With my dark hair and the blue outfit, I really didn’t recognise myself anymore.
I reached up to my neck and tugged on the collar, trying to loosen the stiff material. It felt restrictive but I couldn’t tell if it was the clothes or the idea of them.
“Stop it,” Flavia whispered, nudging me in the ribs as we marched through the Academy on our first Raven outing.
“Fine.” I resisted the urge to fiddle with the uniform and put my arms down my body, trying to take on the desired position. As new recruits, we were on thin ice and I wasn’t sure what happened to those that didn’t make the cut, but I heard rumours. It wasn’t pretty.
The introductory tour took us through the building, a place I once considered similar to home. Now it was a shell of
