"The problem with lies is they require maintenance."
***
Lyra turned a page in her notebook. Her expression shifted from triumph to something more serious.
"Rhys Blackwood's situation has worsened considerably. The isolation you predicted has manifested even faster than expected."
I said nothing. Waited for her to continue.
"The other scholarship students now avoid him entirely. They see him as contaminated by noble gold. Tainted by association with a Leone." She consulted her notes. "Thomas Hartwell from House Onyx actually crossed to the opposite side of the corridor when he saw Rhys approaching. Didn't even pretend to be looking at something else. Just openly avoided him like he carried plague."
She flipped a page.
