Eros stares at me in horror, his hands clenched into fists. It’s clear he doesn’t want to be near me at this time, when his Dark one is about to break out. “I’m serving detention under Professor Callirrhoe’s supervision, remember?” I respond, before motioning with my head into the tunnel. “Come, I’m supposed to show you to your cell,” I invite him. But he just stands there, unwilling to move. I can feel that he is angry, but it’s not like this is my fault. Not a moment later he turns away and walks across the Arena. Oh no, what is he doing? When I read what is going through his mind, I quickly rush after him. He is heading straight to the Professor! Eros stop please! I call out to him through my mind, but he doesn’t listen to me. He casts a terrified glance across his shoulder, bef