“Hey, demon spawn!” someone yells in the hallway as Keva, Bri and I make our way to Lore class. A rotten apple skims my face and splatters against the wall. “That’s foul,” Keva says, covering her nose at the sweet yet pungent smell that’s sprayed over me. I swing around just in time to see a knight and his squire fist-bump. I fight back my urge to retaliate as the knight swaggers over to me, an oily smile stuck to his equally oily face. Just keep calm, I tell myself, breathing furiously through my nose. “You know what the repercussions are for going against someone of higher rank,” the knight says with a grin. “So you better keep your filthy eyes down.” “That rule goes out the window if there is abuse, though,” Bri says. “So I’d keep my distances if I were you.” “I don’t see how anything we do to the changeling could be called abuse,” the knight’s portly squire retorts, his stringy hair falling into his eyes. “We’ll see what KORT has to say about that,”
