It feels odd to be in detention with other students again, since I was alone with Professor Callirrhoe for the past two weeks. But I am certainly not complaining about being able to spend some time with Eros. Even if it means rubbing the fountain near the library with a substance that has an awful stench. It gives us a chance to talk at last.
“Did you tell Adrian to meet us at the Training Fields at six?” he asks from the other side of the fountain. I nod, then sigh as I figure out, that he can’t see me. He leans to the side and sends me a questioning gaze.
“I did. Sorry, I didn’t realize this stupid statue was covering me,” I grunt in irritation. I am getting really fed up with all this cleaning. I am a neat person, but I don’t think I have ever cleaned this often in my entire lif
