By the time the final lesson ended and the academy bells rang to announce the end of the day, Liam had gained no useful information from Nyxie, Raven, or Smoke. None of the three targets had revealed anything conclusive. Chris had moved through his day with frustrating ordinariness, at least from the pieces Nyxie had passed along through brief impressions. Sheila had remained busy, but nothing around her suggested a clear leak. Isolde had behaved like a student president handling duties.
But Liam was not surprised.
