“You’ll need to sleep in the boys’ dormitory,” Mrs. Dellard said in a clipped tone as she led Connor and Jacob down the dark hall.
The dim light coming from the ceiling was only strong enough to cast strange shadows on the floor.
“What we need is to be in the infirmary with Claire,” Connor said, his voice somewhere between a yell and a growl. “She needs us!”
“She needs nothing but medical attention.” Mrs. Dellard rounded on the boys. She had a face that had probably been pretty before years of scowling had taken their toll. Her hair was pulled back in such a tight bun, Jacob was amazed she could move her mouth to speak at all. “I have seen to it that she is receiving the best care the Academy has to offer, despite the fact that none of you are students here.”
“How―” Connor began, but J
