Petra's katana remained steady in her grip, though her mind reeled from the implications of Gareth's casual dismissal. The boy she'd demolished in front of the entire Academy sat calmly making notes, as if three A-Class predators were nothing more than interesting specimens for his research.
"You're not going to tell me." She could read the calculation in his eyes, the same methodical assessment she'd seen him apply to everything at the Academy. "Just like you didn't tell anyone about your real capabilities."
"Would you?" Gareth asked mildly, not looking up from his notebook. "If you possessed abilities that could fundamentally shift power balances, would you advertise them to potential enemies?"
The logic was sound, but it made her skin crawl. How many other students at the Academy were hiding their true capabilities? How many quiet, unremarkable faces concealed predators wearing sheep's clothing?
