Rhys ticked his pencil against the book on the table in front of him, trying to focus on the lines of words that marched like black ants across sand. It was hard to read when every few seconds the parchment stole his attention, even though he’d half hidden it under the book he was supposed to be studying. He squinted sidelong at it for a minute, then tipped his head the other way, scribbling another note in the margin of his notebook. With a huff, he propped his elbows on the table, and dropped his head into his hands, forcing his attention back to the book.