Selene wasn’t there when I arrived, and I wondered if she’d gone to gladiator practice. She hadn’t said she was planning on it, but she might’ve changed her mind. I pulled my cell out and examined the screen only to find I’d missed a text from Selene that she’d sent an hour ago. Either I hadn’t felt the phone vibrate or the surly thing had chosen not to vibrate. Probably the latter. In 013 if you want to hang after. I checked the time and saw it was a little too early for dinner. Tucking the eTab under my arm, I left the dorm again, heading for the library. When I arrived in the hallway outside Room 013, I heard Selene shouting. I broke into a run and skittered around the corner into the room, my hand raised and a dazing curse on the tip of my tongue. I froze, stunned by the scene that awaited me. Selene was indeed shouting, but it was at Buster and not some enemy. Only a second later, I realized that the chair was the enemy. It looked like the two of them were sparring. She was strafing side to side while across from her the chair rolled and darted.
