The moment Oliver Houston and his group disappeared into the flowing crowd of students, the air around them felt heavier than before.
Adam was the first to break the silence. He adjusted his glasses with a slightly trembling hand, still staring in the direction the silver-haired heir had gone.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered under his breath. "Those guys… they looked at you like they already knew you. And that silver-haired one, Oliver Houston? He's not just some random student. Everyone knows the Houstons."
Jax folded his arms, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something sharper. "Not just Oliver! Didn't you see Gareth Blazewood and Blake Frost?! Big families, bro. The kind that doesn't usually waste time on people from Gray Wing. So…" He turned fully toward Syril, one eyebrow raised. "Who are you really, man? How do people like that already know your name on the first day?"
Before Syril could answer, a shadow fell over the three of them.
