Good Witches Don't Steal (Academy of Shadowed Magic Book 4) by S.W. Clarke

Author:S.W. Clarke [Clarke, S.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

On the third Thursday of November, Liara and I moved through the city side by side, almost but not quite touching. Loki jogged between us, tail upright, the three of us enshrouded from the world.

Ever since the day of her apology, I’d kicked my own ass to be able to enshroud another person the way I was doing for Liara now.

“So this is what your magic is like,” Liara said as she weaved her way around a young guy who would have walked straight into her. “Feels like being encased in jello.”

I glanced at her as we turned a corner, now just a few blocks from the campus. “You know what that feels like?”

“Please.” She returned to my side, still not touching but close enough not to strain my enshroudment. “Everyone who’s not a prude knows what it feels like to be encased in jello.”

“Well”—my attention drifted to a man playing bagpipes in the middle of the campus—“now you’re just screwing with me.”

Liara’s hand reached out, redirected my attention. “I know the kilts are distracting, but the council convenes in thirty minutes.”

Loki struck out a few feet ahead of us, leading the way. “Twenty-nine minutes.”

When we came to the right building, we had to idle by the doors for a few minutes, waiting for someone to come in or out. At this time of day, with students everywhere, it would be conspicuous for the door to simply…open.

We got our chance soon enough. A group of students passed out as a class ended, and we were able to slide inside the building as they allowed the doors to swing shut behind them.

I’d never been in a university this old. It even smelled old and austere in here, the hallway wainscoting a beautiful old oak, the doors to the classrooms the same.

And the oldest building on campus held a secret.

We started off, passing down the hallway and taking our first left to a dead-end stairwell with a half-height door placed beneath it I never would have noticed if I hadn’t been looking.

“Ah,” Loki said, trotting up to stand beside it as though waiting for his servants to do the honors. “A familiar-sized door. Finally.”

Liara ducked, tried the latch. The door jiggled, but didn’t give. She glanced back up at me. “What do you think—a little spritz of lightning?”

I shrugged. “Sure.” Then leaned back, waiting for the sound of footsteps to pass. One student came down the stairs, continued on toward the main hall. When they were out of sight, I nodded at Liara.

She lifted her finger and a blue flash appeared, disappearing with a crackle into the door’s keyhole. The door flung itself open, the latch coming half-dislodged from the wood itself.

Inside, darkness awaited.

Loki disappeared straight in, upright tail brushing the doorframe. Liara followed at a crouch, and I came last of all, pulling the door shut behind me. Inside, I found myself in a tight space with her, the ceiling too low to stand properly.

“I spotted stairs,” Liara said. “Can we get some flame?”

I dropped the enshroudment around us and ignited a large flame in my hand.

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