My workshop? My very own workshop! As in a place where I can mix herbs, practice medicine with magic and study in total silence. My broken heart leapt with joy. This had to be the only thing that could have qualified as compensation for me at the moment. However, how did they know? I guess Gray was just intuitive. He did not stick around to see me clean up and that was perfectly okay.

I cleared the area, shoving old dusty books, rags and worn-out metals in a heap of garbage on one side of the room. Owing to what Gray had said, the place was as dusty as a...