Five
After clearing my throat and pulling my shoulders back, I knock on Olive Stockland’s door. Ryn is right. He got me into the Guild, he spent all summer training me, he quizzed me before every exam, and he saved me from making an i***t of myself in front of the Head Councilor. So now it’s time to step up and do the rest of this on my own. It’s time to prove I have just as much right to be here as every faerie who’s spent the past four years—
“Come in!”
Okay, time to focus.
I place my hand on the doorknob, then hesitate as it hits me: I’m about to meet my mentor. My guardian mentor. This is really happening! I twist the knob and push the door open.
Olive’s office is a mess. The desk is invisible beneath piles of reed paper, several knives, some dirty mugs, and a broken crossbow. Her
