The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance #1)

The cocktail party’s on campus, in an old building where a wall of windows faces a brick walkway, the protruding bays showing iron crossbars and engraved marble borders. People mill within, warped by the aged glass.

Elethior didn’t come to the lab this morning. Or afternoon. And by the time I had to leave to get here, he still hadn’t shown, and it didn’t matter anyway; we wouldn’t have had enough time to pull anything together.

I’ve got to go into this party, paste a smile on my face, own my mistakes, and hope the committee gives me a second chance.

It only takes remembering the way I rage-broke Elethior’s protection ward last night to know that I fully deserve the repercussions for being such a stubborn, antagonistic pain in the ass.