Whatever else happened, I was thoroughly sick of "being" Terrence Rayne. I shifted back to my real form and breathed a sigh.
"Not bad for your first try," the instructor said. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You may take the rest of the day off. But remember"- his gnarled finger pointed at my face- "you are not allowed to Shift without supervision."
Yes, Instructor," I said obediently. I turned to go.
"One more thing, Trainee: don't let your features shift."
I ducked my head. "Yes, Instructor," I repeated, and hastily exited the room.
Outside, I let the mild breeze ruffle my hair. Like all trainees, I had to keep it long.
A short bus ride took me to my apartment. It was a simple student's quarters: small pantry, a roll-up cot, and little else. At least I had gotten it to myself; as the Grandmaster's apprentice, I was entitled to a little personal space.
I quickly changed out of my black apprentice's suit and changed into a more comfortable tunic and trousers. Tying back my unruly blond mane, I flopped down on the cot.
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