Chapter 8

“Well, grandson of Joan, I was expecting your grandma so if you wouldn’t mind hurrying along so I can be on my way, that would be great,” I said, determined not to feel like the frightened little girl I must have looked like, out here all alone.

Again he chuckled, and it was almost musical.

“Sure thing but you might be waiting a while,” he laughed, “Grandma Joan sent me to fetch you. My truck is parked just up the road. I didn’t want to get too close to the academy.”:

I was startled by that. For someone I hadn’t been expecting, he seemed to know a lot about the academy that nobody could see this side of the wards and me.

“No need to look so worried. I promise I’m not here to drag you into my truck and murder you.”