WILLA POV
The punishment from the sentinel had sounded simple enough.
Move every evacuation crate from Storage Hall A to Storage Hall C. That was it.
Unfortunately, the petty bastard had added one tiny, sadistic condition: one crate at a time.
Storage Hall C was nearly eight hundred meters away.
Which meant every miserable trip took about ten minutes, with the heavy crate digging painfully into my arms and chest.
By the third trip, my shoulders burned. By the fifth, I was seriously considering murder.
It didn't help that the route passed directly beside the training fields.
Most students had already gone home for spring break, but some had stayed behind to prepare for the upcoming interhouse competition.
Which meant dozens of people had a front-row seat to Verah and me hauling crates across campus like unpaid laborers.
"I'm going to kill him," Verah muttered for what had to be the twentieth time.
