Chapter67

#Chapter67

The least of our problems

Ian's POV

/"Have you guys told anyone about this?/" I asked, locking my hands on the desk.

The kids spared each other a look and shook their heads. I had already interrogated them. It was obvious they only went to the lake to have fun.

/"Good,/" I said. /"Let it stay that way./"

/"But Master Ian,/" Tristan started. /"won't the students deserve to know what's going on?/"

Hannah nodded in agreement.

/"No./" Albazar sat on the desk. /"One death won't cause panic. But another in a span of days is sure to make the students start talking ./"

I carefully watched the recruits' countenance. Scott avoided eye contact with Albazar. His shoulders tensed a bit and he gulped.

/"Scott./"

His head shot up as I called his attention.

/"I'm sorry your birthday turned out this way,/" I said, sending him a comforting smile.

/"Its alright,/" He uttered.