Getting myelf a Slave [2]

"Black market?" Ariana muttered, raising an eyebrow as we stood in front of a long queue, where tickets for the teleportation device were being purchased.

It was now 3:30 PM.

I messed up.

Sigh.

How did I manage to waste so much time?

…Okay, I do know. But it's still frustrating how fast time slipped away.

"How did you know?" I asked, responding with a question of my own.

She had simply asked where we were going, and when I mentioned Sector 31—the last sector in the outer part of the academy—she guessed it instantly.

"…That doesn't matter," she said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to meet her gaze. Her eyes were sharp, her expression tense. "What are you going to do there?" she asked, and this time, her voice carried genuine concern.

"To buy something, of course," I replied casually.