Chapter 319 – Drafted

• I stare at my name’s spot on the list, alone under Redman Blythe’s, completely shocked, as our entire table erupts in protest – just like every other table in the breakfast hall.
• “Jacks!” I hiss, turning to him. “You didn’t pick me!?”
• “Of course I picked you, Ariel,” he snarls, his voice low, leaning close. “I made deep cuts across my entire draft lift – and Rafe didn’t try to draft you at all, to give me the best chance of –“