Gara whipped his head around, the nausea he felt forgotten. His brows furrowed into an unreadable expression as he heard the man's name.
"It really is a shame," Madha said, trying to comfort the pretty man beside him, "but even without his offering, we can still get into Gyakarta Academy."
He didn't want Gara to blame himself—or worse, blame the fact that the druids were chasing them because of him.
"Hmm. By the way, how do you know all this?" Gara asked, leaning his head back on Madha's shoulder.
His body jolted when the carriage rattled over rough ground, and the sickness returned like a wave.
"I overheard the guards at the barrack talking about it while I was there," Madha replied. "This time, Professor Langga's arrival isn't in secret like last year. Everyone knows about it. The whole town's preparing. Even the county's big names are coming to escort him."
"Why would he make such a flashy entrance?"
Madha shook his head. He didn't know.
