“He makes time for me whenever I break your little rules.” I glower at her unaffected expression. “Is that what it takes? Fine. Here you go.” I snatch Hadley’s tray off the table and hurl it against the wall over Struck’s head. Chunks of beef stew splatter the wall and drip down it like thick globs of mud. A few peas fall into the instructor’s dark hair.
"I have to keep a low profile"
