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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too

not even conventionally pretty, with a pinched look to her face that seems permanent, as though everyone

every way.

always looked elegant.

old despite the lack of

like Mom at all, except in

too shrill, despite being cold and

she says, her voice dripping with disdain as she maintains eye

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

I saw 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 towards the exit. She stumbles and nearly falls to

she protests, her composure

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cracking. "You cannot-"

are cut off as the door slams shut behind her,

for relief, but there's

on her

to us, his face a mix of

witness such a disgusting display,"

best of our

loud noise in my head, I realize, is

She's furious, too.

you trouble, Magister?"

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