Chapter SeventeenI spent the rest of the day trying not to overthink our plan. Instead, I tried to refocus on my studies, taking in all the information my fifth-year class lecturers had to throw at me.
By the time I met Augustus and Locke out on the training field, I was even more exhausted than if I’d spent all day trying to cloak myself from view.
“You’re late again,” Augustus snapped at me, his arms crossed over his chest. He glared at me with obvious hatred, and I couldn’t help but think how a man could come to hate his daughter so much.
I’m not his daughter. I reminded myself. He may be my biological father, but he’s nothing to me, and I’m nothing to him apart from the one thing keeping his real daughter from being all she can be.
I wished my friends were with me again but as soon
