Only three words echoed inside Adam's mind:
I am fucked!
He stared at the elderly man, who was comfortably seated in the high-back chair. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be asleep.
But Adam knew… it wouldn't take him, the Emperor Emeritus, Gerald Acadia, even a split moment to surge forth in a torrent of power and magic!
What… what the fuck!
Adam was so astonished that he had momentarily lost the ability to speak. He simply stared at Gerald Acadia with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Wait, so the former Emperor sits at the Council of Dawn? he thought incredulously.
No, more importantly, is he a Cult spy or not?!
And the Headmaster…
Adam turned his head mechanically, his gaze landing on the stern-looking Headmaster. The moment their gazes met, the raven-haired youth flinched.
Blackwood was looking at him with a deep frown. "Magus Constantine, apologize."
