Now that I’m looking properly, there are photographs everywhere, tacked to the walls, too. Most of the images are of inanimate objects. Cars. Birds. Ruined buildings. Some of them are of the forest that surrounds Wolf Hall. Some are of the academy itself, captured expertly in all its gothic glory. Others, many others, are of Dash and Wren. The other Riot House boys are everywhere in this room, laughing, sprawled out on sofas, staring at their laptops, faces lit up in the dark. They’re reading, and working, and eating, and running, and they look so normal and carefree that for a second I think
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I knew he had a heart somewhere in there
