Alden followed Nyx into the principal's office.
The room was spacious and well-lit.
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains even though the windows were closed. Books lined the wall. A pot of steaming tea sat on the side table.
And behind the grand obsidian desk sat Jeremy Voidforge—headmaster of the academy, one of the strongest beings on the continent and Alden's master.
A man who smiled like a saint…
…and wore the skin of a devil.
Jeremy looked up as they entered. "Ah, there you are."
His voice was calm, deep and warm enough to melt suspicion. "Come, sit."
He gestured toward the two chairs before him.
Nyx sat down with a familiarity, legs crossed like she owned the space.
Makes sense. She was his disciple from before.
Come to think of it, I never asked her about how she became his disciple.
Jeremy couldn't have just chosen anyone.
Alden gave a respectful nod to Jeremy and sat down on the chair beside Nyx's.
He had a part to play after all.
"Good," Jeremy said.
