I thought my favourite class would be enough to get my mind off of Professor MacKinnon, but I was wrong. Despite the adorable dusk wolves, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way they moved their hands and interacted with each other. I’d seen it in the hallways before, but I’d never paid attention to it. Not like I was doing now.
There was Banshee conversation going on everywhere around me. The dining hall, in the corridors, near the lava fountain. Those Fae could’ve been talking about anything, but nobody would ever know about what.
Were they gossiping about us? Did they make jokes? How did they use each other’s names? So many mysteries and no way to get answers.
The more I thought about the new language, the more it consumed me. I wanted to learn it, but how? It wasn’t like I could jus
