The last few weeks have been a blur of homework, study groups, and projects. Our finals are in a week, and I have to do well to 4 point the semester. Everything was coming together, but I was still nervous about not doing well.
I knew I would pass, but I wanted to excel. So, I studied as often as I could. We still didn’t know if I had a tracker in me or not, so I still stayed at Daemons. He showed me a secret office that’s near his room so I could study in private. I tried to get on him a few times about not studying, but he always insisted he was fine.
We had gotten the dragon borne project done a few days ago, and I was thankful there wasn’t an exam in that class.
I heard knocking at my door, and it creaked open. I lifted my head and smiled at Daemon with a plate of food in his hand
