Oh, no. My head shot up.
His purposeful look immediately putting me on edge.
He strode across the Training Garden and caught my arm. Before calling over his shoulder. “Markus!”
Markus, nicknamed Magus by Hawk, was the most promising of the senior Mages. An auburn-haired, green-eyed Mage in training. One we all knew Hawk shared all his spells with. Hawk favored him enough to nickname him a Mage’s title.
I wonder if he gifted him what a Mage could do with a woman’s lock of hair? I grimaced. Remembering that word he’d said so many times.
Kerdan.
Markus immediately stepped forward and started lining the other Mages up with the arrow stands.
Oh, no… My worst subject. I was frowning over my shoulder as Hawk drug me away on stilted legs.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said h
