The massive display behind Belle flickered to life. The crest of the academy, a silver lantern spilling light across a dark backdrop, shimmered against the wall. Then, a number appeared below it.
10.
The crowd's murmur shifted into a tense buzz. Some students straightened up, others whispered prayers, a few idiots were still checking their hair in reflective surfaces.
9.
I glanced toward Nora. Her posture was perfect, hands folded neatly over her lap like she was about to sip tea instead of be thrown onto a monster-infested island.
"Good luck," I said.
She arched a delicate brow. "I don't need luck. I have preparation."
"Right," I muttered. "Tell that to the giant lizard that tries to eat you."
She smirked faintly, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Then I'll make a fine meal."
6.
Belle's voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the rising noise. "Before you are transported, remember this: you may form temporary teams if you wish. Collaboration is permitted."
