ELLA POV
By ten the next morning, I had learned three important things about Fangar Academy.
Professor Helena Voss did not believe in introductions.
Apparently, neither did she believe in easing students into their first class.
And Frederic Holloway had somehow managed to become even more irritating while sitting completely still.
I considered that last one a talent.
A useless one.
But a talent nonetheless.
Diplomacy and General Pack Law took place in one of the older classrooms on the west side of the main manor, with dark wooden walls, tall windows overlooking the training grounds, and rows of heavy tables that looked as though generations of irritated Alpha heirs had carved their frustrations into them.
Which, judging by the scratches and tiny claw marks covering mine, they pro
