I’m going cross-eyed staring at the circle casting textbook in front of me. Hours of reading dozens of books about the subject, and I can’t remember half of it. Mostly because my attention keeps drifting to Matthis, who has been MIA since we last spoke, and I feel awful about getting upset from our last conversation.

Matthis has to know I’m under a lot of stress right now. Between the exams, Duncan’s extra assignments, and the fact I’m linked with a demon, I’m surprised I’m not running through the halls in my underwear with my hair standing out in all directions.

Stretching, I push up from my bed and run...