BOOK THREE: ARCANE SECRETS
A tug on the magical binding between Megan and I jerked me out of my reverie. What the hell was Megan doing? When nothing else ripped through our bonding, I relaxed. This soul-tie was a dull throbbing pain in my gut and a constant pain. One I needed to remedy as soon as possible.
I brushed my dark hair out of my eyes and blinked down at the test on Magical History. My bright purple nail polish was chipped, and I needed a manicure. Damn, Zoey, focus on the test. I glanced back at the questions, but the words blurred.
The clock at the back of the classroom showed I only had ten minutes left. My gaze slid to the small window in the door and Jasper gave me a thumb's up. My heart fluttered at seeing him.
"Eyes on your own paper, Ms. Dane," Professor Meeds said, adjusting his wire-rim glasses. He looked more like he should be teaching a High School football or wrestling team than dates and numbers.