“One of them has dark, wavy hair. Looks like he might have been sent to end the world. The other one looks like he just escaped from a prison camp. But…y’know. The good kind, where he was well-fed and worked out all day.” “I know who Wren and Pax are,” I say slowly. “We’ve been over this once already this week. I’ve been going to school with you for nearly three whole years, Dash. You think I don’t know all of your names? You think there’s a single student at Wolf Hall who doesn’t know your names?”
