“I’m marked as a mage on the list of Rifters maintained by the Research Division.”
Isaac saw to that for him. Or perhaps the Provost. He’d like to think it wasn’t Wysteria. Regardless, distaste carves close along the bones of his face, hard in his nose through a glance down the blanket to his feet.
no subject
Isaac saw to that for him. Or perhaps the Provost. He’d like to think it wasn’t Wysteria. Regardless, distaste carves close along the bones of his face, hard in his nose through a glance down the blanket to his feet.
“Not that it was a secret closely kept.”