The professor's voice still rang in Caspian's ears as he made his way back to his room.
"You all come to the disciplinary office tomorrow after your classes end."
Simple words.
Eirak and the others had been taken to the medical wing.
But that wasn't what bothered Caspian.
It was how fast the professor had appeared.
Not when the second-years were tormenting others.
Not when they humiliated Lior's brother in the most degrading way possible. Not when they broke bones, laughed, or crushed someone's dignity underfoot.
No, they had never come then.
But the moment he struck back, the moment he retaliated, that was when they had arrived.
He wasn't naïve enough to think that was a coincidence.
It never was.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly.
I'm fucked.
Not just because of what he did, but because of who he did it to.
Eirak and Jaxar. They were Arcwrights. His own brothers.
