Chapter 70 The Private Summons

• The doors to the council chamber were heavier than they looked. I'd passed them a hundred times without thinking twice, but standing in front of them now, I noticed details I'd missed before. Wolves carved into the dark oak, their jaws open mid-snarl. Crescent moons crowned with silver filigree. The kind of craftsmanship that took years and cost more than most students would see in their lifetimes.
• Two guards flanked the entrance, faces blank as stone. Neither acknowledged me. That was answer enough about what waited inside.
• I rolled my shoulders back and pushed the door open.