“How do you talk to the Huntress?” I ask, trailing after Ariah through the hallway. She’s been showing me around, getting me acquainted with the faces and the layout. People are friendly enough, but no one misses a chance to let their gaze linger on my mark.
As she opens her mouth to answer, a tall, bald man appears beside us, clearing his throat with a sharp, dry sound. “Miss Woods.”
Ariah lets out a depleted sigh. “Mr. Len. What can we do for you?”
Without a word, Mr. Len hands me a timetable. I frown at the ink. “This has to be a mistake. It says my first lesson with Mrs. Humphrey is at midnight?”
Mr. Len huffs, his voice a slow, condescending drawl. “You surely don’t expect to tap into the spiritual realm during broad daylight, do you?”
He then begins to drone on about the sun’s e
