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large, oak doors.
    “Yeah,” Connor replied. He scratched his chin and took a deep breath. Man up, Roth , he told himself.
    “Listen, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I acted. I hope… I hope we can be friends. We’re stuck together, after all. It would be a shame to waste it on hating each other.”
    Landyn took long enough to respond that Connor got nervous. “I don’t hate you, Connor,” he said quietly. Then he straightened. “And you should be sorry, you were an absolute nightmare. You still owe me a new set of robes.”
    “I’ll write to my tailor and have her send a set right away,” Connor replied, dizzy with relief. If Landyn didn’t hate him, maybe this would work. He poked Landyn in the stomach. “But she might have to take measurements from a scarecrow to get the fit right.”
    “Ha-ha,” Landyn said, his cheeks going bright red. “Quit while you’re ahead, Roth.”
    Connor put his hands up in a placating gesture. “See you tomorrow.”
    “If you’re lucky,” Landyn retorted. He turned on his heel and walked down the hall, his robes swishing with his long-legged gait. Before he was out of sight, he looked back over his shoulder at Connor, and his face registered surprise when he found Connor still watching. A small smile curved his mouth, different from his usual smirk.
    That night, Connor dreamed of floating lazily down a river.
     
     
    L ANDYN MET Connor in the morning and handed him a muffin. “It’s blueberry,” he said.
    Connor blinked at the muffin in Landyn’s outstretched hand. “That’s my favorite.”
    “Is it?” Landyn asked. “I grabbed one from the basket on my way out. You missed breakfast.”
    Connor yawned and scrubbed at his face. “I overslept,” he said. For the first night in over a week, he hadn’t woken in a cold sweat.
    “A growing fire mage needs proper sustenance. How else will you find the energy to be so continuously annoying? Come on,” Landyn said.
    “Not your best,” Connor replied, ripping off a piece of muffin and shoving it into his mouth, then savoring the flavor. He brushed the spray of crumbs off the front of his robe.
    “It’s early,” Landyn said.
    “Splash a little water on your face,” Connor suggested, giving Landyn a muffin-filled smile. “That should wake you up.”
    “I could splash a little on yours instead.”
    “Don’t be that way,” Connor grinned. All he’d needed was a good night’s sleep to put him in a better mood. He slung an arm around Landyn’s shoulders, and his thumb rested lightly against Landyn’s neck. He felt Landyn swallow. “You offered me a muffin, Landyn. We have a connection.”
    Landyn rolled his eyes. “Finish it before we get to class. I don’t want you getting crumbs all over my notes.”
    Over the next few weeks, Connor’s days fell into a less solitary routine. Landyn met up with him in the morning, and they walked to class, where they passed notes and occasionally drawings. Once, Connor drew Landyn as a skinny insect with a stick up his ass; when Landyn saw it, he made a choking noise and quickly crumpled the paper.
    They took lunch together outside, went to their afternoon classes, then split up for Divination and met again for dinner. Connor thought he’d get sick of Landyn—he hadn’t spent this much time with Elisa in the two years they’d dated—but Landyn was interesting, and he insulted Connor constantly, which Connor found strangely charming.
    After dinner, they headed to the arena room. Connor could admit to being a little jealous. He should have thought to ask Headmaster Relvin for something like this—it would have been a lot easier to find alone time with Elisa if he’d had a private room at his disposal. The thought made him look at Landyn and flush.
    “Wow.” Connor whistled when he first took in the room. It was rectangular with a large fireplace and sitting area at one end. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined the other half of the room surrounding a