56 - Azira.

"I've missed this," Mia says, drawing my attention to her over the rack we're both sorting through.

I smirk. "Don't pretend like you haven't been to Bloomingdale's countless times since I've been at the academy."

There's no way Mia can stay away that long. She's a shopping addict.

"No, but it's not the same without you."

I roll my eyes. "Shopping is shopping. Don't you get fed up with my moaning?"

She shakes her head. "It adds to the enjoyment."

Mia can shop for hours, and it drives me insane. I enjoy shopping, but when it goes on almost all day, it exhausts me.

A prickle of awareness skates down my spine as if someone is watching me. I've felt it for a while now, ever since I left the changing room. I scan the room, checking no one is watching me.

For a second I think I see some dart out of sight, but shake my head. Clearly, I'm hallucinating because I'm starving.

"When are we going to get food?" I whine.

Mia laughs. "You eat too much. We had a massive stack of pancakes for breakfast