"Someone came back late last night."
Theora lifted her eyes from breakfast, facing her roommates' smirks. She had felt them staring all morning, and she had wondered what moment they would choose to grill her. Of course, they'd waited until after Lastarck's training and when the boys were sitting next to them to launch their attack. One of the boys dropped their fork, and a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly jerked to their little group.
"What? Who?" Omeck asked, dense as usual.
"Theora's got some serious training going on with a White-rank boy," Willow purred.
She didn't answer; by now, Theora knew better than to give in to Willow's taunts. Unfortunately for her, they now had the rare focus of almost all of the third brigade, the boys leaning toward them with wide eyes.
"What?" Jassob
