By the time lunch ended, Liam was walking alone through the halls toward his final class of the day.
Tactical Espionage waited in the western academic wing, and the closer he drew to it, the more the dining hall's noise faded behind him. Students moved through the corridors in smaller streams now, some heading to final lessons, others rushing because they had spent too much of lunch pretending time was not real. Liam kept a steady pace, his report tucked neatly inside the document case beneath his arm, while Edith's words turned over in his mind with quiet precision.
'With this, it should be easy to make Lucian speak,' he thought.
