18.3 The Long Game
She flipped through, smirking at the single answer filled in. ‘Poor Alpha. If I were him, I’d have locked her away where no one could ever see her.’
"That’s what happens when you decide a bloodline isn’t worth educating," Nuri said, shrugging like it didn’t bother her. She wished so badly that it didn’t bother her as much as it did.
"I suppose it is," Moira said, eyes narrowing. She didn’t appreciate how nonchalant Nuri seemed. Most people who stepped into her office came with nerves, fear, or at least a little respect. But this hybrid sat across from her like she belonged here, like she didn’t care what Moira thought of her. That dignity grated. Moira consoled herself with the fact that she’d only have to deal with her once a week.
“Did Kalmin explain how your education will be handled?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“You won’t be attending regular classes,” Moira said curtly, savoring the flicker of surprise that passed over Nuri’s face. “Most of your education will be self-directed. You’d be held back among the others—they take years to learn what you’ll need to grasp in months. And since you’re the only hybrid, we won’t be redesigning an entire curriculum just for you.”
Nuri nodded slowly. “That makes sense,” she said, relief slipping into her tone.
Of course, she was relieved. She wasn’t being shut out entirely.
“I’ll be testing your progress personally, once a week.” Moira gestured to the stack of books. “Start with the bylaws.” She held up two fingers. “Read the first two. They’re the most critical. Return in one week, same time.” She flicked her hand dismissively. “You’re excused.”
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