“It’s a big suite,” Jesse says, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “We had them add a little matchbox bed in the corner for our pet shrimp. Wasn’t a problem.”
“How do you – how did you already pull strings and make changes?” I breathe, shocked and suddenly very excited. “Did you already know your room before today?”
“Mom and dad…might have pulled some strings before we enrolled as candidates,” Rafe says, “just in case we got admitted as cadets.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, which just makes me burst out laughing.
“Nepotism!?” I chide, shaking my head at him. “You used nepotism to get the best suite in the place!?”
“Hey, we rarely use our royal privilege for anything,” Rafe says, slinging an arm around my shoulders as he starts walking down the hall, taking me with him. “Just this
