Saul looked at him, and the hurt in his eyes was clear. His night and morning with Farah had been amazing, and now… this. He shuddered but shook his head. "We don't follow her… All we can do now is wait for Luna to get here."
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Farah raised her fist to knock on the headmistress's door, but before she touched the wood, the door was flung open and Farah was yanked roughly inside – both actions done by magic. The door shut and locked behind her, and when Farah picked herself up off the floor, she saw her mentor behind her desk fixing her with an icy stare.
"Let's get right to it, Farah. There's no point in stalling what is inevitable."
"Ahhh!" A bolt of pain ripped through Farah's head, and she collapsed to the floor again, no doubt collecting more bruises.
"Tell me what I want to know," Rosalind demanded. "Then all the pain will go away."
Farah whimpered, clutching at her head desperately with her hands.
"Oh, yes. I feel it," Rosalind sighed. "Your willpower… your strength… and your… weaknesses. By the way… how was your night with Saul?"
Farah looked up in shock, fear flooding her face even though she desperately tried to keep her emotions in check. She couldn't help it as her heart began to race. "H-How…? How do you-?"
"I have my ways."
The pain became intolerable. Farah screamed, curling her arms over her head and curling into a ball on the floor.