Tangled

Chapter 233

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"Hogwash!"

Magister Orion's roar rushes through the space with such force

and volume that my foot slips off a stair coming down. Only Vanessa's quick reflexes in grabbing my arm and hauling me backward saves me from an undignified tumble down the stairs and whatever injuries that might have brought my way.

Marcus squeezes by me on the stairs, motioning for me to stay

back as we strain our ears to listen in.

There's someone else talking, a female voice that's unrecognizable to any of us, judging by the looks on everyone's faces.

"Balderdash. This is nothing more than an attempt to curb my

authority-"

The voice cuts Magister Orion off again, but I can't hear what she's

saying.

Marcus' brows lower into a fierce look that sends shivers down my

back, and Vanessa's jaw is tight enough to crack her teeth. Whatever they're hearing, it isn't good.

Magister Orion's voice continues to climb the decibel ladder.

"I refuse to be constrained by arbitrary regulations, Florice. Should you wish to summon me, do so with the proper backing. Your misuse of authority holds no sway here. This is a battle you cannot hope to win."

The argument between Magister Orion and Florice continues to

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is too long

cheeks and narrow lips. She's not even conventionally pretty, with a pinched look to her face that seems permanent,

every way.

looked

harried, old despite the lack of wrinkles in her skin, and

like Mom at all, except in

despite being cold and level. It stings my ears to

she maintains

fury bursts from my belly, up my spine, and into my head with a rush of heat. The way she looks at us, like we're something foul she's stepped in, makes me want to launch myself

her as my mother, even just

swift and shocking. With a flick of his wrist, a burst of orange energy surges towards Florice, shoving her

unacceptable!" she protests,

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cracking. "You cannot-"

are cut off as the door slams shut behind her, leaving blessed

rage within me simmers, having nowhere to go now for relief, but there's a

on her

to us, his face a mix of frustration

disgusting display," he says, his voice softer now. "That creature

of our

head, I realize, is Selene's

She's furious, too.

we bring you trouble, Magister?"

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