Chapter 72: How to Spot a Dark Mage

The trip into town was over before I knew it and I was a little sad as we rode back to the academy. But ever since the first attack, Olsen had set up a strict curfew for everyone to be inside the campus and the doors and gates locked at promptly nine p.m.

I carried the box of cookies down the hallway, still wearing Reed's jacket. Part of me was bummed he didn't try to kiss me or anything, but I should be glad he hung out with me.

"We need to work on your training and detection skills," Reed said. "Like that jogger that startled you earlier."

Heat crept up my neck that he recognized that.

"Don't worry, you'll catch on in no time."

His being disappointed in me thrummed through me and I wanted him to be proud of me. No, scratch that, I wanted him to really like me. To go back to how we were before when we held hands and kissed.