After the little private discussion with Madam Warden, I figured it was finally time to check in with my homeroom teacher.
The academy grounds were buzzing with energy. Fresh-faced students moved between lecture halls, faculty glided across the polished walkways, and yet… none of the familiar faces I cared about were around. Unsurprising. Most of them were probably still traveling back or taking the chance to rest.
But I wasn't here just for formalities.
Professor Samantha—my homeroom teacher, but more than that… my master. Even if I wasn't obligated to report to her, I'd still have come.
Just thinking about her… sent a ripple down my spine. That sharp voice of hers. That wicked smirk when she gets serious. Those training sessions… gods, those were something else. Half the time, I didn't know if she was trying to break me or breed me.
Can't wait for the next round.
