The Bronze Key (Magisterium #3)(49)

“Stand what?” asked Aaron.

“Jasper and Celia!” Gwenda said in exasperation. “They’re always cuddling on the couch, kissing, slobbering into each other’s ears. It’s horrible.”

“So tell them to stop,” said Call, disappointed. Tamara, on the other hand, looked entertained.

“They won’t stop,” said Gwenda. “I’ve tried; Rafe has tried, and it’s totally hopeless. They don’t listen. This is why interapprentice group relationships suck for everyone.”

“We’d have to ask Master Rufus,” said Aaron, who was a sucker for a sob story and was probably also glad that Gwenda preferred his criminal background to Jasper’s face-sucking ways.

Call glared. He liked Gwenda fine, but given the amount of plotting and sneaking around he, Aaron, and Tamara did, he didn’t see how having her in their rooms would be anything but an inconvenience.

“My parents were an interapprentice group relationship,” he said.

“Well, I bet whoever else was in their group hated them,” said Gwenda ungraciously.

Call was about to open his mouth to tell her that they’d shared a group with the Enemy of Death and his brother, but decided not to. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but neither was it something everyone knew. Call felt like the less people talked about him in connection with Constantine Madden, the better.

Also, if she started implying that the Enemy of Death was driven to becoming an evil overlord because of Call’s parents’ being gross in a romantic way, he might have to kill her.

“Gwenda …” Tamara started, evidently having some of the same doubts as Call.

There was a banging on the door. Gwenda jumped, then looked hopeful. “Is that Master Rufus?” she said. “You could ask him right now.”

Aaron shook his head. “Master Rufus just walks right in,” he said, getting to his feet. He went across the room and flung the door open.

It was Jasper.

“Oh, my God,” said Gwenda. “Why can’t I get away from you?”

Jasper looked puzzled. “Why would anyone want to get away from me?”

She whirled on Call and Tamara. “Does he come over here all the time? Like dropping in unannounced like this?”

“Constantly,” said Tamara.

“It’s a problem,” Call seconded.

Gwenda threw her arms up. “Forget it, then,” she said. “Forget the whole idea.”

She stalked out of the room, past Jasper, who looked puzzled.

“What was all that about?” he asked.

“Mostly that you suck,” Call replied. “Although we knew that.”

Jasper came into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. He was drawing in a breath to say something when Havoc sprang, knocking him to the ground. Jasper yelled.

“Whoops,” Call said. “We told Havoc to guard the door, so …”

Jasper yelled some more, which Call thought was uncalled for. There was no indication that Havoc was going to hurt him. Havoc knew Jasper. He was just sitting on Jasper, his tongue hanging out, looking thoughtful.

“Get … him … off … me,” Jasper said through his teeth.

Call sighed and whistled. “Come on, Havoc,” he said. As Havoc sprang off Jasper and went over to Call to get praise and ear rubs, Jasper got to his feet, ostentatiously dusting off his sweater.

“Okay, Jasper,” said Tamara. “Spill. Why are you here?”

“Or just leave,” Aaron said coldly, getting to his feet. “That would be okay, too.”

Tamara’s eyebrows went up. Call’s mouth had dropped opened a little. Aaron just didn’t talk to people like that. Aaron didn’t usually look at people the way Aaron was looking at Jasper, either: like he was going to punch him square in the face.

Call found himself with an overwhelming desire for popcorn.

Jasper seemed uncomfortable. “I wanted to apologize.”

Aaron didn’t say anything.

“I know you think that I started the rumor,” Jasper went on. “I mean, not that it was a rumor exactly, about your dad. It’s true.”

Aaron looked, if possible, more menacing. “It was a secret,” he said. “And you knew that.”

“Yes.” Jasper had the grace to look ashamed.

“And the rest of it is lies,” said Aaron flatly. “I’d never hurt Call. He’s my best friend. He’s my counterweight.”

“I know,” Jasper said, to Call’s surprise. “And I didn’t tell anyone you would. I really didn’t! I told Celia the part about your dad, yes, and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really, really sorry. It’s just that everyone was talking about you and I got caught up in it. But I didn’t say any of the rest of it.”

“So do you think I’m the spy?” Aaron asked.

Call remembered Jasper’s words in the Refectory: Aaron told you two different stories about his past. That’s pretty suspicious. We have no idea where he came from, or who his family really is. He just shows up out of nowhere and then, boom! Makar.

Jasper looked over at Call. He was probably remembering them, too.

“I don’t think so,” Jasper answered. “I wondered, after the rumors got started. But the only person I ever told that I thought you might be is Call.”