With trembling hands, the girl clutched Mr. Donovan's envelope. The young man himself was lying nearby with a wagon that had crashed to smithereens, he would definitely not need it. What if investigators learn about magic? But on the heels follows the lord who longs for revenge, and not only..." No way,"? Abbigail grabbed the handle of the dagger. She removed her hair from her shoulders, winding it around her fist and quickly, so as not to change her mind, waved her hand. The whistle of cold steel and a long girl's braid fell to the ground. In a closed male academy, they will definitely not look for her.