As we walk out the academy's main gate, every cadet within sight stops to stare once again. But following the Freya incident, their gaze has shifted; curiosity and admiration have soured into contempt and disgust. In their eyes, I, the soulless cadet, had the audacity to draw a blade against their beloved maiden, the paragon of all that is good.
I don't care.
The message was delivered. I trust Freya heard it.
Rae, on the other hand, has simply vanished. He hasn't shown his face even after Dean stepped between me and Freya. He didn't even try to defend his own pupil after a rival house's chancellor walked off with her. He's plotting something.
Let me think about it later.
"Oliver. We're heading out. Wait for us at the Oathmark."
"On it, boss. See you in ten."
We make our way through the city toward the Oathmark. Veric strolls with both hands behind his head, walking with a calm that's almost insulting under the circumstances. Pretending the stares don't exist.
