CAROLINE'S POV
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I sit underneath the tree, cocooned in a shadow. Cool air kisses my skin as I stare at the ring, watching person after person finish their task, and a few have failed. My mouth is as dry, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth while I twist my fingers, over and over again. It isn't right that we only get one chance...We should all pass, but it's the unfortunate people who was paired with seniors with higher skill that will suffer now. I'm lucky that Lucian trained me, pushed me so hard. All along, I thought that he just wanted to punish me for existing, but he was making sure I'd survive.
Asshole.
My heart grows three sizes when it's Zyran's turn, and I find my nails suddenly interesting when he's hit in the face, blood streaming from his nose from the hard blow.
