We ran it four more times. Each time I won it was differently and each time she won it I understood why and filed it for adjustment. Good training. Genuine improvement on both sides.
By the end she was breathing harder than at the start and I had a bruise developing on my left forearm from a gust that had caught me at the wrong angle and done something unpleasant.
"Good session," she said.
"Good session," I agreed.
She looked at the bruise on my arm. Then she looked at Seraphine.
Seraphine was looking at the bruise with an expression that was doing the complicated calculation at low intensity, the ambient version of the feeling that ran higher when something more serious happened.
"She did not do it on purpose," I said quietly to Seraphine.
"I know," Seraphine said. Equally quiet. "It is a training bruise. I have allocated it appropriately."
"Allocated it," I said.
"Under training variables," she said. "Not under threat column."
"You have a threat column," I said.
"Obviously," she said.
Lyra glanced between us. "Should I be concerned about the conversation happening over my bruise."
"No," I said.
"Absolutely not," Seraphine said pleasantly.
Lyra looked like she was deciding whether to push this and then decided not to. Smart woman. "Same time tomorrow?" she said to me.
"Tomorrow afternoon," I said.
She nodded and left.
The academic block was bond mechanics again and Calvet was covering something that hit me at an angle I had not expected.
"Sovereign Mark bonds," she said, referencing the academic text but speaking from memory the way she did when she actually knew the material, "have a documented secondary effect that is rarely discussed because it is considered a private relational matter rather than a technical one."
She paused to let people find the section in the text.
"The Mark does not only strengthen the contract. It deepens the summon’s orientation toward the summoner in ways that exceed standard bonding parameters." She looked at her notes. "Historical records from Sovereign Mark summoners consistently describe their summons developing what the records call fixed attachment. The summon’s emotional state becomes permanently weighted toward the summoner as a primary reference point."
Someone in the front row raised their hand. "What does permanent mean here."
"It means the orientation does not diminish with time or circumstance," Calvet said. "Standard bonds weaken if the summoner is absent for extended periods or if significant conflict occurs. Sovereign Mark bonds do not follow this pattern. The attachment, once established, is stable regardless of external factors."
She moved on to the next section.
I sat there for a moment.
Fixed attachment. Permanent orientation. Stable regardless of external factors.
I knew Seraphine was in the hallway. I knew she had heard through the door the way she always heard through the door. I thought about what that section had just confirmed for her about what she already felt.
After class I stepped into the hallway.
She was there. She was always there.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
"I already knew," she said. Before I could say anything. Quiet and direct.
"I know you knew," I said.
"I have known since the contract settled," she said. "What it was. What it was going to be." She held my gaze with the crimson eyes that were very still right now. "I am not distressed by the information."
"No?" I said.
"No," she said. Something moved through her face, slow and genuine. "I find it clarifying. The question of whether what I feel is the bond or whether it is me is a question that worried me in the first week." She paused. "It is both. The bond strengthened what was already beginning. But the beginning was mine." She tilted her head slightly. "That matters to me."
"It matters to me too," I said.
She was very still for a moment.
Then she said, with the specific vulnerability she allowed herself only occasionally and only in the quiet spaces: "Even knowing what I am like? The measuring. The tracking. The..." she searched for honest words. "The difficulty I have with sharing your attention."
"Even knowing," I said.
She looked at me for a long moment.
"You are very strange," she said finally.
"I have been told," I said.
The almost-laugh sound.
We walked to the afternoon practice.
The evening meeting with Maeven and Brev happened in Maeven’s office at eight, after evening classes and before the night period. I presented the document with Rael’s seal. I presented Corvin’s shadow summon record from the restricted floor. I presented my own account of what we had found, the circle, the entity, the two third year students.
Maeven was a small woman with iron grey hair and the specific quality of someone who had been doing this job long enough that nothing surprised her but some things still angered her. She read the document three times. She looked at the seal. She looked at me.
"How did you access the restricted floor," she said.
"Second layer fusion on the lock mechanism," I said. "The fault in the second stage responds to sustained physical enhancement pressure."
She looked at Brev.
Brev looked at his clipboard.
"That fault has been on the maintenance list for three years," he said.
"I know," I said.
Maeven set the document down with the careful placement of someone handling something significant. "The entity they were holding was pre-registry classification."
"Yes," I said.
"You are certain."
"My summon identified it from collective memory," I said. "She is Ancient Class with historical exposure to pre-registry taxonomy."
Maeven looked at Seraphine.
Seraphine stood at my shoulder with the composed pleasantness and met Maeven’s gaze with the steady patience of something very old regarding something that was being appropriately careful.
"She is correct in her identification," Seraphine said. "The entity was shadow-adjacent, pre-registry third category. The Hollow Compact has used that classification historically for transit and delivery work."
Maeven was quiet.
"You know the Hollow Compact," she said to Seraphine.
"I was dormant, not absent," Seraphine said. "I know most things that have persisted for more than a century."
Maeven looked at me. "Your summon is a genuine Ancient Class."
"The contract is documented," I said.
She picked up the document again. "Rael’s mark is authentic. I have his seal reference on file." She set it down. "This is going above my level."
"I expected that," I said.
"The two third year students," she said.
"They will cooperate with an inquiry," I said. "I gave them the option. They took it."
Maeven looked at me for a long moment with the expression of someone recalibrating their assessment of a first year student.
"You have been managing this for how long," she said.
"The storage shed situation was day four," I said. "This connected thread started three days ago."
She was quiet.
"You should have brought this to faculty immediately," she said.