Staying in the training room for another week is mental torture.
The training isn't the worst part.
It's the tedium.
Vanessa and Marcus are tense and jumpy, even with nothing happening.
Sometimes, the weird training room turns into a quiet beach. In an unfortunate twist, the room can't emulate scent, so it doesn't help much as a change of venue.
Once I'm able to summon fire with ease, Magister Orion announces that it's a great time to return to the Fae Ward.
The clock on the wall shows eighteen hours have passed since we entered.
"Despite sleeping in here, your mind and body aren't truly rested. You should sleep once we return."
"No, I need to see if Selene's returned," I protest, swaying on my feet. The idea of sleep is tempting, but the worry gnawing at my gut won't let me rest. "What if something's happened?"
