Chapter 13. Dead Squad

"I decline the invitation." Sitting across from The Drift at the table that doubled as an extension of Isabel's office as student council regent, I made my statement. My anxious chest. Once again, I was put in the path of this fearsome group.

Mira smiled sarcastically, sitting between Chase and Fabian. She raised an eyebrow and said, "You know, if this is about the last time, I understand. But no one ever rejects The Drift."

"I just did."

Isabel smirked, trying to suppress the laughter in her chest. My response to Mira seemed to satisfy her.

Leaning against the wall, Glor Fina was surprisingly reticent. That's how she usually stayed calm under pressure. It seemed as though the conclusion of this discussion was of little importance to her.

"Stella, this is to your advantage. Becoming our apprentice would help you reach your potential." Fabian insisted. His burning blue eyes never left mine.

Chase now joined Fabian in exchanging looks with the other person. After glancing at us, I notic