He surreptitiously slipped into the foyer just in time to hear mention of his name. Luc and Roch know what they’re doing. In any other situation, Aesha would’ve been correct but… Well, he was certain no one had been anticipating this. There wasn’t any kind of contingency plan for this.
“I think they’ve found somewhere,” the sixth year Bellefeuille informed in hushed tones after having double-checked the coast was clear. While he seemed relatively calm on the outside, he wanted nothing more than to smack Lars Moreau upside the head. He was holding the other boy solely responsible for this mess. “It’s not ideal but it’ll have to do. For now.”
But how long were they going to be able to rely on temporary measures?
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