The next day was hard. My witch lessons without my mates were like torture, not because of the content but due to the fact that I missed them and I knew they missed me. It was like a pull to go and find them, be with them. It did not help that Zavira was giving me s**t eye, her and her little friends treating me with the same hatred that they always did even though I was sure that more of them knew about why I had been exciled for most of my life, if what Petal said was right and witches were blabber mouths.
The whole institute knew that I was mated to Caleb, Lazarus and Kadzait, it seemed like witches weren't the only ones that liked to gossip. She was obviously pissed she could no longer sink her claws into them and so was Lexia in my nosferatu class, but at least I had Lazarus there,
