Chapter Eight
My potion bubbles away perfectly, unlike last week. Ryan doesn't touch it, which is smart. He really is terrible at potion-craft and I don't want either of us to get marked down just because he's having a bad day. Well, week. Or month, or year. He really is bad at potions.
I sigh and push my tablet away. I've read the recipe enough times to be sure I have it right. Checking around for the teacher, I make sure he's busy before pulling out my phone and checking for messages from Thomas. Or better yet, Caspian. There's nothing.
At all.
I text Thomas about the countercurse almost as soon as I got a second after dinner with my parents, and he still hasn't responded beyond a smiley.
Who sends a smiley in response to life-changing news like a countercurse? Part of me wants to b
