Father Prince's voice carried over the murmurs, calm and commanding."Aramith. Aris. Do you know why you are here?"
The boys exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Father Prince's white robes shifted as he paced slowly. "Then I will tell you plainly. Sylas Thorne has broken academy law. He used others to sneak into places forbidden, stained this academy's discipline with arrogance, and for that, he will be stripped of his privileges: his dormitory, his meals, and his right to enter any class. These will belong…" His staff tapped the ground, the sound echoing. "…to you."
A ripple of shock ran through the watching students. Aris's hands curled into fists. Aramith's brows furrowed. They had been treated as outsiders since arriving—and now, suddenly, everything Sylas had would be theirs? He glanced at Sylas, and the smirk on the boy's face told him there was more to it than just having Sylas's privileges.
