#Chapter61

“A practice one,” Lycus answered.

“Then definitely not going to leave a theory class, only to have my ass set on fire for a few hours,” I told him.

Tobias smiled triumphantly, like he’d just won some prize, and Lycus groaned, stalking off into the closet to get changed. Darius wandered in after him, and I got ready to head down to the mess hall when Darius came out chucking me a shoebox. I caught it, and my eyes lit up. Finally, shoes again. I pulled the joggers out, only for him to hand me some socks.

“You go to Lycus’s class this morning,” Darius said.

“But—” Tobias whined,...