Isolde waited until they had passed before speaking again.
"You really must be having a difficult time here," she said.
Liam's gaze remained forward. "Why?"
"Because you're a dark mage."
The statement was direct, though her tone stayed calm. There was no pity in it, which made it less irritating than it could have been.
She continued before he answered. "You've accomplished things most students here haven't. Most of your own year certainly haven't. Some of the third-years haven't either." Her hazel-green eyes shifted toward him. "I haven't."
Liam studied her from the corner of his eye.
There it was again. A statement that sounded simple but felt placed. Isolde had not asked him to walk her to her dorm because her shoulder hurt. She had not stretched their conversation because she enjoyed receiving one-word answers. She wanted something, even if that something was only a clearer impression of him.
He had not yet decided whether that made her curious or dangerous.
