FREYA
I can’t believe my eyes. And get my hand back as soon as possible. Everybody around us looks in our direction and Troy smirks.
“Don’t you know how to thank people who help you?” he asks.
“Erm, thanks,” I mumble, “You Highness…”
I am about to curtsy when he stops me.
“We are at the Academy now”, he says calmly, “There are no titles here. Everyone is equal and you can just call me Troy here.”
“Th-thank you,” I carefully say and add, “Troy…”
The silence is heavy and he doesn’t leave. What is he waiting for now?
“There is a barrier protecting the dining hall,” he informs me, gesturing at the passage that just sent me flying, “People who didn’t pay for food cannot enter.”
“But I am on a scholarship,” I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“You scholarshi
