Chapter 9Dr. Davidson was a pleasant-looking woman, with the kind of gray-haired, vaguely disapproving air Aiden was very used to seeing among the older academics, especially the ones he mostly saw clustered around the campus’s one smoking area outside the main library. She managed to look dour despite her cheerfully patterned cardigan and the beautiful amulets around her neck, and she smelled like she’d been outside the library smoking right before meeting with them.
Greg coughed.
“Please watch your sword, Mr. Petran. The gods won’t appreciate you knocking their altar over,” Dr. Davidson said sourly. She smiled warmly at Cassandra, then took Aiden in from head to foot and blinked unhappily. “Oh, dear,” she murmured.
That probably summed up how he felt pretty well, Aiden figured. He was
