Razorbill

MY HATRED NOTWITHSTANDING, I HAD to admit Dimitri Beli-whatever was pretty smart. After they'd carted us off to the airport to and onto the Academy's private jet, he'd taken one look at the two of us whispering and ordered us separated.

"Don't let them talk to each other," he warned the guardian who escorted me to the back of the plane. "Five minutes together, and they'll come up with an escape plan.”

I shot him a haughty look and stormed off down the aisle. Never mind the fact we had been planning escape.

Were you really going to attack all of us?”

I didn't answer.

"Doing that…protecting her like that—it was very brave." He paused. "Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?”

Headmistress Kirova," he corrected. On the other side of him, Lissa shot me a look that said, Don't start something.

"Headmistress.Whatever. She's still a self-righteous old bit—”