Agatha’s POV Without warning, Rhunar yanked me by the arm, dragging me away from Fenrik. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—possessive. He pulled me into a quiet corner of the hallway, away from the other students. His eyes burned into mine. “What are you doing with Fenrik?” he asked, his voice low and tense. I blinked, stunned by his sudden intensity. His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought he might snap. His body trembled with restraint, like he was seconds away from exploding. Was it jealousy? Or just more brotherly hatred? “He just gave me a ride to school,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “That’s it.” Rhunar didn’t seem convinced. His shoulders were still tense, his hands balled into fists by his side. “I don’t like the way he touched you.” I scoffed, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “What is wrong with him giving me a ride? I was late. I needed help, and he offered.” “You could’ve asked anyone else,” he snapped. “And I didn’t,” I said flatly. “Rhun
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