Then his eyes went to my face.
“What did they make you answer?”
Delphine’s name sat behind my teeth.
So did his.
I settle for, “Too much.”
His hand twitched at his side and stopped before it became anything Linden could object to.The door behind me remained open.
Linden was listening.
So were Caswell and Quill.
Caspian looked past my shoulder into the room. “Are you finished with her?”
“For today,” Linden said.
“Then we’re leaving.”
He held my gaze as I walked past him.
After three steps, he fell into step beside me.
We crossed the corridor and took the staircase down.
“They scheduled me for a combat assessment,” I said.
Caspian missed half a step.
Then he was beside me again.
“You’re not enrolled in a combat class,” he said.
“I mentioned that.”
“What did Linden say?”
“That not knowing the rules is part of the assessment.”
Caspian’s hand came to his forehead like the whole situation was giving him a migraine. A strange look on a boy whose composure I never expected to see break.
“Cosima would admire that,” he said.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
We reached my corridor. Empty now. Everyone else in class, every door shut, every wall pretending not to listen.
Caspian stopped outside Room 114.
“They’ll write whatever I do,” he said.
“Then do something worth writing.”
His eyes came to mine.
