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Ithink I can say goodbye to my day off.
I sigh and put on my uniform and shoes before grabbing my bag. Since I'm dressed and have to go to the main building, I'll attend the rest of my classes as well.
“Finally,” Tom breathes as I leave the dorm.
I shoot him a glare and we begin walking towards the assembly in silence. I keep my distance from him, which he seems to notice as he snorts and rolls his eyes in irritation.
We quickly arrive and sit down with our group. Mattheo wraps an arm around my waist the second I sit down next to him, looking at his brother with a murderous glare. He leans towards my ear, his eyes never leaving Tom.
“I asked Stevens to let me come get you, but the bastard wouldn't let me.”
“It's okay, don't worry.”
“He didn't do anything, did he?” He asks abruptly.
I meet his gaze and notice his tense jaw. I rest my head on his shoulder with a sigh.
“No, he didn't do anything. Any ideas as to why we're here?” I ask, changing the subject.
He shakes his head, and just then, Principal O'Connor arrives and stands in front of the large staff table, his expression grim. He calls for silence, which causes the entire room to stop talking at once, as if everyone is affected by the man's sinister attitude.
“I'm very sorry to interrupt your studies, but I have some tragic news to share with you,” he pushes his glasses up his nose and clears his throat. “Miss Lucy Jones was found dead in her dormitory this morning.”
Loud gasps and a few shouts echo through the room, but O'Connor calls for silence, raising a hand, his lips pursed in a grave expression.
I already know what he's going to say about the cause of death. Polonium, being a natural substance, is undetectable since it is present in many elements in our daily lives, which means that it is not recognizable in the human body.
To everyone else, it will look like an accidental death.
“According to our nurse, Ms. Baxter, she apparently overdosed after consuming too much alcohol and illegal substances at a student party the professors and I were unaware of. We will therefore be more vigilant regarding these events. Classes have been canceled for the week to give you plenty of time to grieve, Miss Jones.”
With a quick movement, the students stand and leave the room. We follow the crowd, Mattheo's arm tightly wrapped around my waist. We don't say a word as we walk, listening intently to the other students talking.
Everyone is wondering about the presence of drugs at the party, but some are complaining that they won't be able to party again now that the teachers will be keeping a close eye on us to prevent another tragic death.
A student died, but they're thinking about the future celebrations they won't be able to attend. Pathetic.
When we arrive in building G, I hear boys chatting loudly in the common room. Some express surprise at learning that the famous know-it-all Lucy Jones was secretly using drugs, while others mock her for it, saying she must be using these substances to be so good in class.
My stomach twists with guilt and anger. Lucy seemed like a nice girl and didn't deserve to be insulted like this. I wish I hadn't had to kill her, but orders are orders.
The Master can only win this seemingly endless conflict, I must be on his side if I am to survive. This is what my father has instilled in me my entire life, I believe in the Dark Mage's cause just as much as he does.
Furthermore, I know that this conflict has only one outcome: Darkvis wins.
He has more supporters and power than O'Connor, and those who support the latter are aware of this.
As for me, I know where I'll be once the Dark Mage eliminates O'Connor and takes control of the magical world: alongside Mattheo, his greatest disciple and successor, as his wife.
CHAPTER 29
Aelys
Once inside our dorm, Mattheo takes out a cigarette and opens the window before sitting on the sill. He glances in my direction, pride shining in his eyes.
“My father will be delighted. Well done, angel,” he praises me, lighting his cigarette.
I thank him and sit on the edge of the bed, silently observing him for a few minutes. He's lost in thought as he stares into the distance, his head tilted back and leaning againstthe window frame.
