Chapter 72

As the week progressed, I became more excited about going out with Adley.

The City of Iliria was nagging at the back of my mind, conjuring all sorts of magic-laden images. Winged beasts that Zack would never stop chattering about, withered crone’s selling old curses—the stories Adley told me were endless. Even Ally seemed excited to go to Obsidian, who rarely showed an emotion other than melancholy.

An entire city where magic existed within the walls and streets, and even in the very people who lived there.

I had visited Adley every day this week, venturing through my closet doors after training had left me weak and sporting a throbbing headache.

The morning after my first day of training, I awoke to a crisp note placed on my pillow. I tried not to think too hard about how the Game Master had placed it here, as I read the steady script with foggy eyes.

Darling, Rachel.

I regret to inform you that I’ll be preoccupied this we