Caroline walked briskly through the corridors, oblivious to the other students around her as she ducked and weaved her way to the dining hall. The chill from her latest vision of Tempeste clung to her, and she felt cold to the bone.
As she spotted the dining hall, she felt a wave of relief knowing she would be with her friends again, but before she could reach it, the suited man stepped out in front of her, blocking her path.
“Your aunt wants to see you in her office,” he stated, his voice low and monotone. Caroline looked up at him with a frown and wondered if he’d worked for the secret service. He had that look about him.
“So my room isn’t a good enough meeting place this time? That’s a bit coincidental, don’t you think?” she asked.
“Now. Thank you, Miss Destine,” he said firmly.