Page 359 of A University of Betrayal

“Step forward!” the familiar voice commanded. The woman with the short gray, almost white hair, looked at her. Around her, other women, dressed in the gray robes of the Councils, sat in the tiered rows of the hall, which was located somewhere beneath the Council District.

The girl obeyed and stepped forward as she had been taught, hidden beneath a gray cloak.

“Speak!” the woman urged her. “What is the reason why we should call an urgent meeting for you?”

Some of the women exchanged amused glances.But not for long.The girl was confident enough to know that her information could change everything.

“We have a spy among us,” she began, and a murmur traveled through the ranks of the Council members. “And I thought it would be right to tell you before it’s too late.”

The murmur turned into an agitated whisper. Many voices. They fell silent when the old woman raised her bony finger.

“Who’s that supposed to be?”

A triumphant smile crossed the girl’s lips.

“The girl who had the first rite of passage gone wrong. Bayla Adams.”

Again, the voices of the Council members whispered in disbelief.

The woman’s face had darkened.

But the girl wasn’t finished yet. “I saw her eyes.” The silence in the hall was almost suffocating, but for her, it was an epic feeling. “She’s a Senseque.”

As soon as she said it, a heated discussion broke out.

The girl smiled with satisfaction.

She had warned her.And Vivienna Westcode only warned once.

Secession (Main Title Theme)

Nicholas Britell

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