“A guy in his position?” I remarked. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the only person in the world to kick a ball arseways.” “No…” Joey shrugged. “Still though, I didn’t think they made those kind of schoolboy errors in the Academy.” “Academy?” I exhaled a huff. “It’s called Tommen College, Joe. Not the Academy.” “I’m not talking about your school, Shan,” Joey said. “I’m talking about the Academy—you know, the Institute of Further Progression. The Academy’s only a nickname.”
