Page 62 of Deception

“It’s about time, I’ve been waiting. It’s too cold for this shit.” Illyria crossed her arms and huffed, her ponytail swaying with the movement.

“I would suggest you watch how you speak to me, Illyria Duke. You may be assisting me, but I’d be more than happy to provide a reminder of your place, should you need it.”

I knew that voice, and it made my blood run cold in my veins. It wasn’t Varon. It was so, so much worse.

“I’m sorry, Headmistress Day.”

Son.

Of.

A.

Bitch.