He smiles, and his whole face changes. My breath catches in my chest and I take note. This boy can use his looks as a weapon, and he very clearly knows it. “Actually, I'd rather share with Mr. Arbour and Mr. Morrison, if that's possible? I know there's some triple rooms, and we’re probably the best candidates in our year to bunk together.” Yvette blushes and stumbles over her words. She's quick to take his bait, and it's hard not to roll my eyes. “Oh, the triple rooms aren't for boys of your breeding or stature. They're for the lower families.”
