Chapter 42: Awake

Sitting in the black Bloodsteed, Holden Duffus clenched his fist and muttered under his breath, "Fifth Grade? Or Sixth Grade? What exactly counts as Sixth Grade?" Before that bowl of medicine yesterday afternoon, he could have said with certainty that he was Fifth Grade. After drinking it, he could not. He knew he had only used about twenty percent of his strength when he fought Robert Zorn. What he did not know was where Fifth Grade topped out, and what the line for Sixth Grade even looked like. Without...