“Yeah, I guess someone warned him,” Asper went on, his gaze sliding over to Callum, the implication of his words clear.
“Callum didn’t warn anyone,” Gadon said. “He was with us the whole time. And stop acting like you know anything, when you really don’t.”
“I know more than you do,” Asper said with a sneer in Gadon’s direction. “I know he’s not to be trusted.”
A shiver went up Callum’s spine, because Asper was right.
Callum couldn’t even trust himself.
That night, Callum flopped down on the couch in the common room. Rudeos had assigned them some reading about the robber-baron era of mage politics, which had lasted until only a couple of decades back, but Callum couldn’t concentrate. The words swam on the page, the edges of the book occasionally sparking into tiny flames he quickly put
