The Witch Academy [II]

The yacht party lasted a full day, and at dusk, the swanky boat finally edged to the shores of the [C. A. W] island. Spilling rainbow lights from the lively deck of the Marina bathed the night as several anchormen tossed ropes to drag the ship into the bay area. Another boat had already harbored in. It was a darker, empty vessel and bore the Pentagon arc of the Usurper.

"I'm guessing that was the one that picked up the students from Titans Landing," Rosa voiced beside Rafel. It was obvious. That boat had shared no joy like their immaculate yacht. It made a yawning noise over the banks.

All the teens aboard had forgone their bikinis and briefs to far more modest wear. Even Mikhail, the son of the Rocasian Legata, who had left their side at Rafel's deft order only to return shortly, had put on tight pants and a suede red blazer.

Rafel looked over the red and gold colors on the jacket, with the little, silver pin in front—a black crow.