Professor Alvez smiles like a cat who has just caught a canary. “Oh, excellent, Cadet Davis. Please, do share.”
The dark-haired boy sighs again, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks around at us, clearly uncomfortable. “Are we sworn to secrecy in here?” he asks, anxious. “I’m not eager to share if this secret I’ve been keeping for twenty-two years is suddenly going to be public knowledge.”
“We are bound by our own rules in this classroom,” Alvez says, looking around at all of us. “If the six of us decide to swear each other to secrecy, then we will be. Thoughts?”
“I think that’s fair,” Rafe says, nodding solidly. “What happens between the six of us should be held in strict confidence.”
“And consequences?” Jackson asks, turning to look at Rafe. “If someone breaks the secrecy?”
