The dean’s brother is a high-up Conclave member. It would be most likely the dean was also involved with Conclave machinations.
But maybe not.
Interesting. Very interesting.
Giving a wide berth to Tina-Marie, who is directing students towards a trauma counselor sign up sheet, I head out, light up a cigarette and send a text to the ‘Team Sparkles’ group.
ME:Meet at penthouse
DRAKEWARD:we are all here. I leave in 15
I start heading towards Electus, but then get hit by a notion.
ME:Come to Cosmo’s apartment now
LINKS:K
BLOOMHOWER:yes
6
Wake up.
Huh?
The now familiar sensation of a drug being pumped into my IV port rushes through me.
Fight. Stay awake.
I can’t tell if it’s my own brain talking and I’m delirious, or it’s…Amirene?
Fight.
Yes, yes.
I urge my Lumina to act.
—Please go destroy that repulsive oily magic they injected into my veins. Lumina, please. I need you.—
I don’t just visualize the sparkles this time; I desperately claw through every cell looking for Amirene’s power.
Deep in the center of my chest, where my dead spark used to live, there’s a small simmering pool of lilac-colored fire.
I pull at it, dragging it around my body as a shield.
It’s weak, but it’s there.
Thank Gods.
Thank Amirene.
Keeping my eyes shut tight, I begin to focus on what’s happening around me.
“She’ll be fully susceptible to however we wish to…program her.”
That’s Janine Hart’s voice.
I hear a clanking of metal draws. “Now, a dose of stimulant, and you’ll see just how clever this spellwork is.”
