When I was little well not little more like ever since I could sneak out of the AU building I’ve had my own secret hideout. It wasn’t really a secret – Dae’lin and Dorian both knew exactly where they could find me if I was studying.
See the problem with the dorms is you shared living space all the time. My roommates were book smart, well at least they rarely had to study. Me – I had to work my ass off to get As. Which I did, or I wouldn’t be able to do my magic lessons. Guess where my priorities lay?
It was the one condition of Dae’lin’s mentorship. I either worked hard in school or I didn’t get to do all the fun things that came with learning to use my ability. And that was what I wanted to do. So I studied. Jace regularly pulled me away from my work load to hang out. So I found ways of getting around that. I would go to my secret hideout. Jace never found me – mostly because I never told him where I was going.
It wasn’t anything special. Nor was it solely mine. It was a diner across the street from the AU building. Ms. Bonnie was a waitress – her mother owned the joint. She took care of me, brought me food, and chocolate milkshakes and made sure no one disturbed me. I had a regular booth in the corner by the kitchen – no one liked that spot it was noisy and cramped but it was perfect for me. I didn’t need peace and quiet, I could hear far more than any human could anyway.
I spent most of my third year of Venatori training (equivalent to your junior year in high school) in there. Third year was all about lore. You learned the myths and legends we tell the humans on top of the real things that we really hunted and what we knew. Ironically a great deal of what even the Venatori know is false, or misinterpreted.
I still go to Bonnie’s diner. She owns it now that her mother has passed. It’s relatively unchanged from when I was a kid. I still go, and it’s still a place I go when I need to be alone.