I blush, glancing around and realizing that not only Jackson is witnessing Rafe boss me around like a little kid, but so is another dark-haired cadet and the professor – who is, of course, the handsome professor who handed us all the weird orb yesterday, his dark hair tied back low at the base of his neck. He grins at me, amused, but I sigh and do as my brother says, taking the desk next to him.
“Well,” says the professor, nodding to all of us and moving to the door, pulling it shut. “Now that we’re all here, we can begin.”
I look curiously around the room now, confused.
Seriously, a class of five people?
What the hell is going on here?
“My name is Professor Alves. The five of you have been gathered here because out of the 96 cadets admitted to the program, only the five of you showed
