"Darius never takes his eyes off me-whether I want it or not."
The days after the Wicke estate were a blur of whispers and watchful eyes.
No matter where I walked-through the Academy's stone corridors with their flickering torchlight, across the training grounds where morning mist clung to the grass, or even in the hushed sanctuary of the library with its towering shelves and leather-bound tomes-there was always a pair of golden eyes tracking my every movement.
Darius Fenrir.
He haunted the edges of my vision like a wraith in expensive clothes. Stationed against archways with his arms crossed, leaning against the carved stone pillars that supported the Academy's ancient walls, or simply standing motionless in courtyards where the afternoon sun caught the amber highlights in his dark ha
