Chapter 232 Ava: Bursting In

"But I didn't do anything," I protest. "I just sat here."

"It doesn't matter," Vanessa says, just as Selene says the same thing in my head.

I swear I can hear a smile in my wolf's voice. Sometimes doing nothing is the hardest thing of all.

I look down at my hands, half expecting to see water droplets forming on my skin. But they look the same as always. "Did I really do it, though?"

I don't know. I'm not a wizard.

Pausing at that, I scowl at the air, since she's not near me. "Then what was all that advice about?"

A hunch.

What the hell.

It worked, didn't it?

Can't really argue with that.

The door flies open with a resounding bang, and I nearly leap out of my skin. Before I can even process what's happening, Vanessa's between me and the entrance, her body coiled and ready to strike.

My heart's still racing when Magister Orion bursts in, his massive frame filling the doorway. But it's not his size that catches my attention this time. No, it's the tiny sparks of flame dancing above his head like a bizarre halo. I blink, wondering if I'm hallucinating.

voice booming through the

excitement in his tone. He's

were special, Ava Grey! Do you have any idea how long it usually takes trainees to access

infectious, but I'm still reeling from the sudden intrusion. Marcus follows Magister Orion into the room, taking up his usual position in the

alert but recognizing that we're safe. I'm grateful for her protective instincts, even if

going on about magical potential and rare talents when he suddenly stops mid-sentence. His eyes dart around, taking in the room as if seeing it for the first time. The realization dawns on his face, and I

out in a stammer, his face flushed as red as the fire dancing above his head. "My sincerest

even form a response, he's out the door, slamming it behind him with as much force as when he entered. The silence that follows

trying to process what just happened. Did that really just occur? Or did I fall asleep

answer it, and I have to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of

voice carefully neutral. "How

apologies. I... ahem. May I please have permission to enter Miss Grey's chambers?" His voice is subdued now, a far cry from

she's struggling to keep a straight face. "Of course," she says, stepping aside to let him

is beet red, and the dancing flames

apologies for intruding upon your personal chambers without so much as a by-your-leave. It was terribly rude and unprofessional of me. I allowed my excitement to override my manners,

to his earlier behavior that I'm not quite sure how to respond. Part of me wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but another part recognizes the genuine remorse in

trying to keep my voice steady. "I understand

"Yes, well, that's no excuse for such

Marcus, hoping for some clue on how to proceed, but they

for a way to

he visibly restrains himself from launching into another excited tirade. "Yes, of course. Perhaps we could discuss it in a more... appropriate setting?

relieved to have a direction. "That

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