He’d once had a student who, to try and get out of an examination, had magicked himself blue. When they’d tried to fix it, something in the spell had gone awry and he’d spent the next two years of his life a lovely pearlescent yellow. Rossi had laughed himself sick, and then made him take the examination anyway. To celebrate that student passing, he’d given him a banana. He’d long been of the opinion that students, without exceptions, were idiots.
Celine Ryder, despite being a cool twenty years older than the usual freckle-faced twenty-somethings Rossi usually had foisted his way, was proving to be every bit as stubbornly daft as every last one of those students. But he’d thought even she wasn’t stupid enough to cast a dark affined spell without safeguards, without a circle, and without a
