An hour later, Kento tapped on the open door outside my infirmary room.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his arms overloaded with books, and my backpack slung over his shoulder.
I arched an eyebrow at the stack he carried. "If I said badly, would you give me a reprieve from studying?"
"We need to get you in line with the rest of your class."
"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "Just wish it was a lot easier and a lot less cramming."
"Discipline and hard work are required for growth and improvement." He set the books on the tray beside the bed in two piles.
"Right." I grabbed the first book. An encyclopedia of how to draw sigils. "Fun times."
He patted my hand. "I believe in you, Zoey. You will do fine on the test."
"Test?" I sat up straighter in the infirmary's bed. "What are you talking abo
