Your last warning, Carter Kane, it said. Give me the scroll.

 My heart skipped a beat. The scroll-Sadie had given it to me after breakfast. Stupid me-%I should’ve locked it up, put it in one of our secure cubbyholes in the library; but it was still in the bag on my shoulder.

 What are you? I asked the snake.

“Carter.” Julian drew his sword. “Do we attack?”

My trainees gave no indication that they’d heard either the snake or me speak.

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