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Iawoke groggily, blinking as I stared up at Bug as he sat beside me reading.
“Morning,” I mumbled as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Morning, no nightmares?” he asked as he set his book down on the bedside table.
Gentle sunlight filtered in through the window overlooking the garden.
“No,” I groaned as I remembered the issues of last night.
I’d burned my bed to smithereens.
“Good,” Bug said cheerily.
Ugh. Why couldn’t hellhounds sleep? No one should be so cheery first thing in the morning.
“You better get ready, you’ve overslept, and breakfast will be ready soon,” Bug informed me.
Right. Without my phone, which had been demoted to merely my alarm and google machine, I’d passed my usual wake-up.
“You go to breakfast, I’ll get ready,” I grumbled.
“You sure? I can walk you?” he offered.
“I’ll meet you there,” I muttered as I snuggled into my pillow.
He gave in and left, and I took a few more moments of comfortable warmth before I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to my clothes on the dresser.
I changed and brushed my teeth before I headed out to breakfast.
I paused near my room to peek in and give it a skeptical look. There was a bed in there, and no scorch marks anywhere.
Albeit, the bed was not mine, so I hadn’t imagined it all. But they’d already cleaned up the burn marks and replaced the bedside table apparently, which amazed me.
A sniff of the air informed me that some painting had been done, but that was the only evidence of the work that had been undergone to fix up my room.
I froze as I heard hushed voices up the hall, and I slipped into my room and closed the door as footsteps came my way.
I pushed my ear against the door, curiosity winning out.
“I’m not sure the High Council looked into him well enough.”
I recognized the hushed voice as Mr. Baron’s, and Dezikiel answered him.
“I agree, but orders are orders, we must obey the Council.”
“He’s a high-class demon, much more powerful than Xander. He could pose a great threat if he hasn’t been vetted thoroughly,” Mr. Baron hissed, his voice more clear as they drew closer to my door.
“Charlie could also just be a demon in need of guidance. After all, he’s retained his soul,” Dezikiel spoke reason.
“You’re right, it’s just, we’ve never had such a demon at the Academy before. Most who retain their souls are lower demons, not that powerful and not dangerous to us.”
“I understand your worries, but the Council needs to be trusted. If I see any reason to think otherwise, I will speak with the Council.”
The conversation died, and I heard one pair of footsteps fade down the hall.
I stifled a cry as my door opened and I jumped backwards. I spun to face my bed, hoping whoever it was didn’t know I’d been listening in.
