Maisie
Mercer glared at Soren. "Those creatures attack everywhere else but avoid Greymoor like the fucking plague. There have been no attacks on the Ridge, either. Those students are safer at the Academy, and you know it."
I paused, listening more closely now.
"The Council is considering marking the Ridge a second safe zone," Soren changed the topic, twirling his glass of wine. "But trying to figure out why it's a safe zone to create more safe zones has been futile. History texts are being drawn from all over. The scholars can't find a single thing. Or what ties the Ridge to the school."
I choked on the juice as it hit me. They were both sacred grounds!
Every head on the table snapped my way.
"Care to add to our speculations, Adams?" Mercer asked.
I opened my mouth. Thought about all the things I could say. How to say it right. Realized I couldn't. I had a theory, but I couldn't let them in on it, not without spilling why and how I knew.
