章 32: Wildfire at the tables

At the other side of the Elites' table, Lucian sipped his tea, his expression unreadable, seemingly unaffected by the growing commotion around him. Though the room buzzed with whispered gossip and students began casting furtive glances in his direction, he appeared seemingly uninterested in the growing whispers and speculation.

"Seems like everyone's heard about your new roommate," Blake remarked casually, her tone light as she glanced around at the curious students.

Lucian gave no outward sign of acknowledgement, his face as impassive as ever.

Sawyer, seated beside Blake, clicked his tongue in exaggerated disappointment. He complained, "Of course, the one year I decide to have a roommate is the year I shouldn't have one. So, does this mean… humans are o—Ow!" he yelped as Blake kicked him under the table.

Blake shot him a warning look.