Call hadn’t. He goggled. “Do what you want,” he said finally. “I guess you don’t care.” Jasper’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Maybe because you like Tamara?” “Jasper —” “Do you? Like Tamara?” “She’s my best friend,” Call said between his teeth. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Jasper twirled his fork between his fingers. “People like each other all the time in apprentice groups. Look at Kimiya and Alex Strike. Or, you know, me and Celia. You could totally like Tamara —” “What does it matter?” Call exploded, to his own surprise. He glared at Jasper, and in a low voice said, “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter. She’ll always like Aaron better.” Jasper’s eyes widened. “Whoa,” he said. “Looks like I hit on an awkward truth there.” Call’s head was swimming. Dimly, through the crowd, he could see Aaron and Tamara coming toward them. They were laughing together, like they always did. “What I just said” — Call looked at Jasper — “don’t repeat it.” Jasper leaned back in his chair. “Don’t worry, Callum,” he said with a sneer. “I keep all your secrets.”