Speaking of… “Still back there?” I ask Scar, as we walk down the beaten trail to the hot springs. It’s a short distance from campus. Not nearly as far as the hot springs were from The Academy we attended last year. Scar retorts with, “Yup.” “How many of them?” She makes no attempt to be inconspicuous as she turns around, now walking backward. “Three. The crazy one. The cute one. And the weird one.”
