![]() ![]() ![]() Vanderlyden,"I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt, "see this?"I gestured to my mass of curly hair. "Did you not hear me, Miss Mercer?"the Vandy said, twisting the rope in her fist. He was definitely the strong and silent type. When he'd seen me, he'd given me a barely perceptible nod, which was the Cal version of waving his hands over his head and yel ing, "Hey, Sophie!" The Vandy took a coil of rope from his hands. He was the school's grounds-keeper even though he was only nineteen. Vanderlyden-or the Vandy, as we cal ed her-turned to Cal. My Persecution of Prodigium class was gathered around the scummy water just down the hil from the school. Juvie for Monsters, it meant I was getting thrown in the pond. It means sitting in the sunshine, maybe reading some poetry, letting the breeze blow through your hair.Īt Hecate Hal, a.k.a. At a normal high school, having class outside on a gorgeous May day is usual y pretty awesome. ![]()
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