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you, Devon Sanders.
Something my cat senses.”
    “I’m Darwin Mason,” our other roommate volunteered.
    “Good,” Henry said. “Now that we have all met, I
suggest we go to bed.”
    “We’re not going to get to know each other?” Darwin
asked, despondent.
    In response, Henry began turning off the lanterns. It
seemed like Darwin was going to be great at keeping suspicion off me.

Chapter 2
    I woke way too early in the
morning to persistent knocking. When it didn’t go away on its own, I sat up and
hit my head on the ceiling. After cursing the ceiling, I climbed down the
ladder carefully and leisurely. If someone was rude enough to wake me at this
time of night, I wasn’t going to kill myself rushing to answer the door. When I
finally made it to the door and opened it, I was surprised.
    Remington Hunt stood outside my room with her hair
down in loose curls, her dark blue satin blouse just a little too low, and her
tight black skirt just a little too high. Instead of wearing pumps, she had on
leather boots that went up to her knees.
    “Are you still in bed?”
    “It’s like, four in the morning.”
    “It’s five. You should be more enthusiastic about
your first semester here.”
    So I did what any man would do when a gorgeous woman
woke him up too early; I shut the door in her face and went back to bed. I was
halfway back to sleep a few minutes later when I was hit in the face by ice
cold water. Not used to being in a small bed, I rolled right over the edge and
crashed into the floor with a bang loud enough to wake my roommates. I looked
up, vertigo trying to claw its way down my stomach, and saw Remington.
    She smiled kindly. “Good. Now that you’re awake, I
just wanted to let you know that I am your water elemental master and you will
meet me at the lake at dusk. Oh, and here is your schedule.” She dropped a
manila envelope on my chest, turned, and walked out of my room.
    “Bro, when a professor comes to the door, you
listen,” Darwin advised.
    Sound advice.
    Embarrassed, I climbed to my feet, sat in the chair
at my desk, and opened the envelope. Inside was a handbook on rules, a map, and
a schedule. Oddly, the handbook, which was little more than a dark blue,
spiral-bound notebook, was very short. I set it aside without reading it and
checked my schedule. I had Metals , Fundamentals of Potions , and History
of North American Magic on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays
and Thursdays, I had Laws of Magic: Circle One , Magic in Everyday
Life , and Beginners Martial Arts .
    How the hell am I supposed to investigate this
when they give me a full schedule?
    “Whoever that was, you obviously made a great
impression on her,” Henry said.
    “That was Remington Hunt, daughter of Logan Hunt,”
Darwin said. “She’s on the level of a master witch, but she hasn’t taken over
the sapling because she has a major temper. I bet you’re her first ever
apprentice.”
    “Great. I’m looking forward to being bossed around by
a moody witch.” Again.
     
    *          *          *
     
    I found my way to the showers, which were in the
style of a locker-room. It occurred to me that since they had no electricity,
the indoor plumbing and hot water was powered by something else, but I didn’t
know what.
    The shower stalls were sturdy and each had a white
plastic curtain. I showered quickly, dressed, and was about to shave when I
stopped.
    I was six-three with a swimmer’s build; toned, but
not bulging with muscles. At thirty, I looked to be in my mid-twenties. It
wasn’t something I particularly liked. My hair was dark brown; average. My eyes
were dark green; average. My cheekbones were high and my nose was straight. I
didn’t see anything special about my face or eyes, yet people never liked
looking me in the eye.
    Regina had said it felt like I could hear her
thoughts. I figured out why after I met a few shifters. Every shifter knew
there was something unusual about me, so it was only a