We walked down the stairs together.
"I saw how you looked at Ivy," Sherry said, in the tone she used when she had noticed something and had decided to make it everyone's business.
"Stop that."
"I mean it's understandable, Bram. That girl is fire." She said it with the easy generosity of someone who had no personal stake in the observation. Then: "What do you think Bala wants?"
I put on my best approximation of his voice. "You're taking too long. Level up or I'll throw you back outside the walls."
Sherry laughed. The real kind.
"Whatever he wants," she said, "it would have been cooler to send a message than to put our names on the campus speakers like we're students in trouble."
"We might be students in trouble," I said.
She considered that. "Fair."
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