I wandered towards Gareth after Illia left with Tyron.
“Why are you so strong?” I asked plaintively. He raised an eyebrow. I think it was his trademark expression. Actually, it was his only expression.
“That is a secret.” He knew how much secrets annoyed me. I had told him. I whined,
“But whyyyyy?” He shrugged.
“Azami agrees it ought to be a secret. Milaek is neutral on the matter.”
“Oh.” If the headmasters knew about it, it was probably really important, which meant I’d never find out. Just like him to tell me the right amount to interest me! I pouted. He regarded me coolly.
“You’re mean!” I announced. He looked at me with some surprise (expressed in a minute lift of his eyebrows).
“I’m sure.” Was his only observation, however. I grinned as an idea struck me. Grabbing his arm, I towed him out of the room. His expression, when I looked back, was as emotionless as ever, but I detected a very faint trace of pink in his pale face (I could have been imagining it, but somehow I doubted it). I giggled to myself happily.
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