Mr. Gaviel let out a strained laugh at her question, "don't flatter yourself."
"Which was why I was ordered to... umm you know... do so myself." He facepalmed.
"What's next?" She cut in, knowing her fate had been altered the moment she was caught in that scene.
Assisting Fae to her feet, he heaved a sigh, knowing what he was going to ask was going to sound crazy.
"There's only a way to buy out time," he said in a whisper. "You have to escape the academy to a remote greenhouse in–"
"Mr. Gaviel, that's like asking for a quick death." She hissed, shaking her head at the proposal.
"You are going to die anyway if they get to know you're still alive." Mr. Gaviel hissed, irritated that she wasn't making his plans any easier.
Her lips drew into a thin line, "I apologize for talking without thinking things through, please continue." She timidly responded.
