“I know who they are,” Master Wick said. “I am here to escort them to Master Burrows. I believe you have a tutoring session to attend to?”
With a short bow, Archer backed away from her. “I’m sure I can wrangle some poor summer student’s time for an hour or so. Catch you later, Tor.” He disappeared back the way he came.
Toria waved, but dropped her hand under Wick’s frosty gaze. “Thank you for your time, ma’am,” she said, offering politeness as a peace offering.
“It is not my time you should be thanking me for wasting,” she said. “Save it for Master Burrows. You can attend him during his afternoon tea.” Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and hurried toward the door.
After a beat, the three scrambled to follow her. Toria was getting whiplash from the differing welcome
