Spanióti̱ta's POV
We all went to Anne Walker's house after Fang was released from the hospital. When we arrived, Gazzy and I immediately began describing the surroundings to Iggy.
Iggy smiled softly in my general direction. I smiled weakly back. It had only been a few weeks since Max had said we could be together and now since we were posing as brother and sister, we couldn't.
After living with Anne for a couple of days, we had to go to school. I made a face at the idea of learning things with "normal" people. Max took off for a while. I wanted to follow but I'd never catch up to her.
We all went to the school, grumbling about the new uniforms.
When we arrived, I was separated from Max, Fang, and Iggy. I walked numbly to the classroom that would serve as my homeroom. I scrunched up my face when I saw the desk—it was iron. This was going to be a long day. Hopefully, I wouldn't pass out before lunch.
After school, I limped over to where the others were waiting. I all but collapsed into Iggy's arms and he carried me back to Anne's house. "I'm talking to Anne and I'm gonna see if she can homeschool me from now," I muttered, as Iggy walked, carefully supporting my weight.
That night, I immediately said, "Anne, I can't go back to school tomorrow."
"Yes, apparently you fainted in the middle of class," Anne replied.
"The desks are iron," I said.
"Yes, iron helps discipline children," she replied.
"I'm allergic to iron and it could kill me!" I exclaimed. "Do you really want to live with the knowledge that you knew I could potentially die at that school but you still sent me there anyway?"
I left the room then. Max nodded in agreement with what I said. "Very well, I'll homeschool Aurora," Anne agreed reluctantly. "I'll start the week after Thanksgiving."
