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Morning arrived with a thin veil of fog clinging to the academy grounds.
Selene barely slept. The promise of freedom thrummed through her veins like forbidden wine. She rose before Caroline, moving quietly as she dressed, fingers trembling with anticipation. The uniform Alistair had provided was modest—long sleeves, high collar, dark fabric—but she adjusted it with care, smoothing out every crease. If she was to roam, she would not do it looking like a caged animal that had slipped its leash.
Caroline stirred as Selene fastened the final button.
"You're awake already," Caroline murmured.
"I couldn't close my eyes," Selene confessed. "What if he changes his mind?"
"He won't," Caroline replied calmly. "Alistair does not revoke permissions once given. He believes his word should be feared—and trusted."
Selene considered that. "That's… comforting. In a terrifying sort of way."
