Flashback ( PDFDrive )

His eyes glazed, and there was such sorrow in his features that
Sophie had a feeling he was thinking of a lonely Wanderling growing
on a hillside in Norway. But when he blinked, he was back to being
Foxfire’s principal.
“If you’re up for it,” he told Sophie, “I’d love to hear your account of
the attack, so I can better determine how to arrange campus security.”
“Take this first,” Elwin told her, pressing yet another vial against
her lips.
She’d expected it to be the same floral medicine he’d been giving
her. But this was thicker and slimier and tasted like burnt toast.
“That’s to undo any damage you might’ve caused when you lunged
for Sandor like that,” he explained.
“Sorry,” Sophie mumbled. “I couldn’t let him walk away.”
“I know. But you’re at a really crucial stage right now. So no more
moving, okay?”
Sophie promised, and he helped her get better situated against her
pillows before he told Magnate Leto, “She’s all yours. But try to keep it
quick.”
Magnate Leto sat on the empty cot next to Sophie’s. “It will be.
Sandor already filled me in on everything he remembered about the
attack—as did Wylie. I’m just hoping Miss Foster can fill in any final
gaps.”
“While they talk,” Grady said to Elwin, “I have a few questions
about Sophie’s treatment. Is it okay if we discuss them out in the
hall?”
Sophie was about to argue that anything they were going to say
about her should be said in front of her, when she realized that Grady
was probably trying to get Elwin out of the room so Magnate Leto