Chapter 90

• Zane’s grip on my waist tightened as he shifted me higher against his chest. I was half-asleep, half-drained, and completely leaning into him without realizing it. Every step he took echoed in the massive corridor, the air humming with a heavy, unfamiliar power that made the back of my neck prickle.
• “Long trip,” Mr. Thorn murmured from ahead of us, though he didn’t look like the harmless English teacher I’d met the first week of school. He was… different. Younger. Stronger. His robe sleeves stretched over muscles that definitely weren’t there two months ago. His hair was slicked back in perfect coils, his eyes ringed in a smoky black that flickered like shadows shifting under water.
• He looked nothing like a teacher.