Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Between visiting Tinker and finally coming home and meeting her
bodyguards and having Tarina propose an alliance and Sandor’s
disturbing lesson that morning—plus a long afternoon of trying on
different outfits so Flori could take measurements—she hadn’t had
time to think about a whole lot else.
“I see how it is.” Keefe’s words were teasing—just like his smile.
But his eyes weren’t quite as convincing.
Shame burned Sophie’s cheeks. “Sorry. It’s been a little
overwhelming.”
He nodded. “I’m sure it has.”
“So . . . what have you been doing?” she asked, shoving the throwing
stars aside. Giving him her full attention.
“Nothing exciting. Mostly just school. Are you ever coming back to
Foxfire, by the way, or have you decided you’re too good for us now
that you have your own multispeciesial army?”
“I don’t know when the Council will let me come back,” she
admitted. “They might want me to wait until my arm’s not in a sling.”
She’d have to ask Magnate Leto the next time she saw him.
And she should probably make some progress on the mountain of
assignments that had been piling up while she was stuck in the
Healing Center.
But more important: “So that’s all you’ve been doing? Just school?
No more memory exercises with Tiergan?”
“Nah. It felt like we went as far as we were going to go, and it led to
a whole lot of nowhere. Plus, my dad’s keeping me busy with his little
Empath lessons.”
Her stomach twisted. “How are those going?”