Fifteen
Before my brain has had time to properly comprehend Councilor Merrydale’s words, the guards are back in the room tugging me to my feet. They drag me out to the corridor because apparently my slow, stumbling footsteps aren’t fast enough for them. Or perhaps my feet aren’t moving at all. It’s hard to tell when my brain seems stuck in that room listening to Councilor Merrydale’s words on repeat.
There’s shouting all around me as people emerge from offices and lesson rooms and wherever else they’ve been hiding. Some of the shouting is about the cure and some of it’s about me, and I hear the words ‘Griffin Ability’ thrown around several times. I’m starting to regain my senses by the time we reach the bottom of the stairs and the foyer. The guards, with their arms hooked tightly and pa
