Ella
By the time we made it back to the academy, my legs were shaking from exhaustion, my clothes were damp from the ice magic I had used, and I was pretty sure Aidan had a cracked rib from the bloodhound’s grip.
It had taken us longer than thirty minutes, but I figured surviving an oversized hellhound and discovering a den of pups bought us a little leeway.
Morgana was waiting for us at the entrance of the academy, leaning against the stone archway with a smirk curling her lips. She looked perfectly relaxed, like she had spent the last half hour sipping tea rather than sending us straight into a death trap.
The moment Nikolai and Aidan laid eyes on her, they both stiffened. Their jaws clenched, their golden eyes flashing with barely contained rage. I barely had time to register
