Chapter 19: Learning of Honor
By the time Ronan had dragged his feet to the dining hall, Trainees were already chowing down.
Big vats of steaming eggs, sausages, bacon, and biscuits lined the wall near the plates and utensils, and Butterfly Trainees formed a single-file to get their fill.
At the sight of Ronan, the clamor in the hall stopped, and somebody dropped their plate to the floor. After a second of hushed whispers and dirty looks, a fit man with shining red hair hurled a buttered biscuit at Ronan.
Ronan barely needed to lift his face to pinpoint the biscuit’s location. He swiped it out of the air before it pelted his head. Two more biscuits and a sausage were chucked at him, but Ronan snagged these out of the air too while proceeding to the line to get his food.
“Who knows where The Black Snake will slither to next!” a woman murmured in his ear from behind.