“What are you two doing here, might I ask?” Arthur says in his calm, level voice. My eyes linger over his sharp jaw and I look away when amusement flashes across his gaze. Raine answers, “You’ll have to torture it out of me, Fernestian.” Arthur chuckles, which only fuels Raine’s hate fire more. I intervene. “Elias said something curious about the headmaster collecting hea—”
