Snow drifted across the high windows of the classroom, piling up against the panes. It should have been beautiful, but it only made Jacob feel more trapped.
Lee had woken him up early that morning to talk about how to break all of them out. But none of the Academy students knew how to get past the gates. And since Connor and Jacob had only passed through them once, they had little advice to offer. The conversation hadn’t gotten beyond that before the door had opened for them to be escorted to breakfast. They hadn’t been allowed to talk since.
It made sense for the students not to know how to get through the gates. If they were meant to be kept in, why would you teach them to get out? But Emilia would know. Aunt Iz must have taught her about protective barriers. He just needed to see Emil
