It took me less than two seconds to make it to the Debating Room. I could kick myself at how anxious I was to see the witch, Brianna. All the hard work and the pep talk from over the weekend vanished from the thought of seeing her.
I raked my fingers through my hair.
'Let's face it, you're a lost cause,' Wolfie scoffed.
I threw my backpack in the nearest chair with a sigh.
"This is the last time," I stated aloud, trying to convince myself. "We're going to have a civil conversation, and then I'm going to walk out that door and never look back."
I leaned against the long table in the middle of the air-conditioned room.
