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"I am a fey of Arbaon," Booker sneered, "I don't answer to you or your council."

It had been a long time since Lizzy had heard Booker utilise his court voice, and if the room had been coated in ice it couldn't have felt colder than his hissed words.

Turning, Booker looked over his shoulder at Walcott and raised a single eyebrow, "I assume our discussion will remain... confidential, Headmaster?" Booker all but demanded, and Lizzy watched the headmaster raise his eyebrows.

"Of course, Master Reed."

"Good," Booker said simply, before turning back around, placing a hand on Lizzy's elbow and marching them both out of the office without another word.

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