Miles couldn't believe this. He'd known he'd get in trouble after being caught bullying some spoiled noble brat. It was a fancy Academy for fancy kids, after all, and he was only here because they'd given him a scholarship out of pity after the death of his father, who'd been a good and loyal career knight. When they told him he'd have to scrub floors and clean bathrooms for what he'd done, he hadn't protested. He'd accepted his punishment and done his work.

But this?

"See the line on the floor?" he asked, annoyed. "You stay on your side. We ain't friends. I ain't your buddy. You stay in your own half of the room and keep your stuff outta my half. Get it?"

They'd made him share a dorm room with the damn rich kid. The same whiny pr*ck whose family could afford the most expensive tuition. Whose father was still alive. Miles had never been this angry before.

"I said, get it?" he repeated, more firmly, when his new roommate didn't respond. "I catch you touching my sh*t, there's gonna be hell to pay. And I ain't scared of a little punishment, so don't think you're safe just because your daddy's got money coming out his *ss."