![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Each of the six wings in the main campus building had been assigned its own patrol, with two additional squadrons keeping watch over the sprawling grounds. And Sandor wasn’t the only goblin at Foxfire anymore. It definitely helped having Sandor back at her side-especially after almost losing him during the battle on Mount Everest. “Nothing is going to happen,” he promised, tucking her blond hair behind her ear with a surprisingly gentle touch for a seven-foot-tall goblin warrior. Sandor watched Sophie tug on her eyelashes-her nervous habit, back in full force. And yet, Sophie understood his concern.Įvery parent roaming the streamer-lined halls. The Midterms Celebration was a Foxfire Academy tradition-hardly the impending doom Sandor was imagining. All around them, kids were running through the confetti-covered atrium in their amber-gold Level Three uniforms, capes flying as they caught snacks and bottles of lushberry juice and stuffed tinsel-wrapped gifts into the long white thinking caps dangling from everyone’s lockers. Several prodigies raced past, and Sandor pulled Sophie closer as the giggling group jumped to pop the candy-filled bubbles floating near the shimmering crystal trees. His squeaky voice reminded Sophie more of a talking mouse than a deadly bodyguard. THIS IS A security nightmare!” Sandor grumbled, keeping his huge gray hand poised over his enormous black sword. ![]()
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