I thank the messenger with a short nod and tuck the paper into my pocket without even opening it.
This isn't the time or the place.
We drew too much attention at the arena today, and the last thing I need is to find a fresh problem before my head touches the pillow.
First I need to let the dust settle and tie up loose ends so our plan doesn't collapse before it's even born. A solid foundation holds up even the tallest building.
We walk back to the academy together, avoiding empty streets and narrow alleys. Not because I believe Rahul Sharma will send someone after us right away—men at his level don't usually act on impulse. The problem is the subordinates trying to prove their usefulness or angle for a favor.
After what happened at the Oathring, I have no doubt half the district is talking about me right now.
When we reach the academy's main gate, Oliver starts to drift away naturally, but I call him over first.
"See that building, big guy?"
