Kael
I sat quietly in the library waiting for my tutor.
Yesterday, I was supposed to meet her, but Peter had cornered me with his blackmail scheme and I'd missed the appointment altogether. All I knew was that she was a girl with good grades who'd volunteered to help failing students.
The academy was also paying them on our behalf.
The library was mostly empty this time of day. Most students were either in class or back at their dorms. I picked a table in the back corner where we could work without being disturbed. But my mind wasn't on tutoring or homework.
Peter's words kept playing over and over in my head. Arms dealing. Human trafficking. Black market operations. He claimed my master was running all of it under the cover of legitimate rescue work.
I'd been trying hard not to think about it, but lately I'd started noticing things that didn't add up. The organisation was bringing in more money than usual. Way more than we've ever brought in the past.
