Water dripped from my hair onto my collar as I dropped into the empty chair beside Natalia. The cheap metal creaked under my weight, another reminder of the Onyx Hounds' second-class status in this academy. I didn't miss the way Julian's eye twitched at the puddle forming on the polished table. His perfect little aristocratic world couldn't handle a few water droplets. Good. Let him twitch. The small discomforts of the privileged were becoming my favorite form of entertainment.
"Did you really take care of Bartholomew?" Skylar whispered from my other side, her indigo hair framing her deadpan expression. Her voice was low enough that only I could hear, the faintest hint of amusement dancing behind those purple eyes.
I winked at her, water still clinging to my eyelashes. "Of course. Premium lettuce. Only the best for my boy. He's got expensive taste for something that carries its house on its back."
