It was astonishing how quickly Aria managed to integrate herself into my life or rather, how rapidly she dragged my carefully planned existence into glorious chaos.
Barely three days into our academy life, and already she'd succeeded in charming every professor, accidentally setting fire to our potion lab twice, and nearly inciting a minor rebellion among the kitchen staff when they refused to provide additional pastries after hours. If I hadn't seen it myself, I might've been impressed. But as it was, I spent more time cleaning up her disasters than plotting my future reign of terror.
Riven, of course, was suffering immensely.
"I knew this would end badly," he muttered, rubbing his temples as we watched Aria enthusiastically attempting to negotiate with the head chef a burly woman who looked more than willing to toss the small blonde into a pot herself.
