School might not be as terrible as I thought.
Every professor Penelope drags me to seems to have the same assumption. Rich kid playing around.
They have zero expectations out of me.
Thank God, because I had zero expectation of being a serious student when I agreed to come here. I mean, I wanted to learn to not kill anyone, but I definitely wasn't planning on devoting the next few years of my life to this…
The marble-floored lobby of Thornhaven Residences gleams under crystal chandeliers. My heels click against the polished surface as I follow Penelope to a private elevator tucked away in an alcove.
"This can't be student housing."
"It's not. At least not the regular kind." Penelope waves a keycard at the panel. "Top floor is all ours."
"Thirty-two floors of what exactly?"
"Faculty apartments, visiting dignitaries, special cases like us." The doors slide open with a soft chime. "Welcome to our new home away from home."
