“Oh, god, Rafe,” I sigh, shaking my head up at him and glancing down the hall. “Do we have to do this now? My schedule says we have ten minutes for lunch before our next mystery class –“
“Here,” Rafe says, dropping a wrapped power bar and a bottle of water on top of my books. “Academy isn’t big on hot lunch – just a snack before a big dinner. Eat while you walk, talk while you eat.” He puts a firm hand between my shoulder blades and urges me forward, making me keep pace with his quick stride.
“How do you even know where we’re going,” I murmur, struggling with the wrapper of my lunch with one hand. Rafe sighs, taking the food back and unwrapping it for me before slipping it into my hand.
“I looked at the map, obviously, and don’t try to change the subject,” he says. “What was going on w
