I drew another tornado on my sheet, bored out of my mind. Was this how detention put people in line? Boring them to death?
Professor MacKinnon hadn’t looked at me since my last question and she seemed set on not even looking up from her stack of papers.
I thought about new ways to strike up a conversation, but it escaped me. People always found a hundred and one excuses to talk to me, so I never had to talk to anyone. Perks of being the Heir to my clan.
PerksThe new teacher didn’t seem to care who I was. Maybe she didn’t even know?
No, that was ridiculous. There was no way anyone could be at the Academy and not know who I was.
A soft knock startled me out of my thoughts and for a moment, I thought it was Professor MacKinnon asking for my attention. When it turned out to be someone at
