Broken Wand Academy: Episode 3: A Hidden Truth by Marisa Claire & Jenetta Penner & David R. Bernstein

Broken Wand Academy: Episode 3: A Hidden Truth by Marisa Claire & Jenetta Penner & David R. Bernstein

Author:Marisa Claire & Jenetta Penner & David R. Bernstein [Claire, Marisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Torment Publishing
Published: 2019-11-12T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 8

The key jabbed painfully into my thigh with every frantic, pounding step I took down the stairs. I had no idea why I’d stolen it, other than that a random moonbeam basically told me to. I didn’t intend to be here past the next five minutes, so it wasn’t like I would be sneaking into the Arena on my own before that. Maybe I just wanted some sort of souvenir since I wouldn’t be taking my rightfully earned wand or this constantly spying class ring with me.

At the bottom of the stairs, my shoes skidded on the tile as I rounded the corner into the hallway leading to the front doors. My feet went out from under me for a second, but I caught myself on one hand and bounced right back up. I expected a blinding pain to shoot through my practically melted palm, but of course, the wounds from my magic were gone. Physically, it was as though none of it had ever happened, and that felt uncomfortably like being gaslit by my own body.

It’s all in your head. Stop overreacting.

I made it about five more strides down the hall when curiosity overtook me. Slowly, I turned to face the yellow metal door beside the stairway. The blocky blue letters still read Department of Transmogrification. The smaller red ones still warned it was Access Restricted. Pressing my palm over the outline of the key in my right front pocket, I wondered…

There was no way Professor Yates had just handed Serenity this key and told her to go have some good, clean, torture fun in the Arena. She had either taken it from him when he wasn’t looking, or she had acquired it through some other means. What if were some sort of master key, capable of opening all the doors at the Academy? It wouldn’t hurt to just slip it in the yellow door’s lock to see if it fit.

That was crazy talk. It could absolutely hurt. Not only was I losing precious time I desperately needed to make my escape, but for all I knew, an alarm would go off the second the wrong key touched the lock, bringing Chancellor Singh immediately to the scene. And when she was done punishing me for nosiness and unauthorized transmogrification of a fellow student, she would probably rake me over the coals for being rude to Dasharath earlier.

Even so, I was already moving toward the door as if pulled by an invisible string. Once I stood before it, I found myself staring at my own image in the highly reflective window embedded in the yellow metal. My hair was a wreck, and I had heavy purple bags under my eyes. Lovely. Cupping my palms around my stressed-out face, I leaned forward until my forehead touched the cool glass.

A suspicious pair of eyes peered back at me from the other side.

With a startled cry, I leaped backward, spun on my heel, and started running as fast as I could. The door creaked open behind me, and a moment later slammed shut.



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