#Chapter61
/"A practice one,/" Lycus answered.
/"Then definitely not going to leave a theory class, only to have my ass set on fire for a few hours,/" I told him.
Tobias smiled triumphantly, like he’d just won some prize, and Lycus groaned, stalking off into the closet to get changed. Darius wandered in after him, and I got ready to head down to the mess hall when Darius came out chucking me a shoebox. I caught it, and my eyes lit up. Finally, shoes again. I pulled the joggers out, only for him to hand me some socks.
/"You go to Lycus’s class this morning,/" Darius said.
/"But—/" Tobias whined, and I snatched the socks off him.
/"Shut it,/" Darius snapped at Tobias. I slipped the shoes on before standing up and moving toward the door, pissed off I would spend the next two hours getting burned.
/"Where are you going?/" Darius asked as I moved past him.
/"Breakfast, where else?/"
/"You eat with us from now on./"
