Takoda didn’t slow as we hit the main lobby, his hand staying clamped around my wrist as he dragged me along behind him, at the same time, hearing the growl echo again, lower and closer this time, a couple of students near the entrance stopped walking and looked around.A guy by the vending machines frowned. “In the name of all that’s holy, what the hell was that?” he exclaimed.Nobody answered, and Takoda’s grip only tightened on my arm, not painfully, but definitely forcefully as we continued plowing forward.My boots squeaked against the wet floor as I tried not to trip over his heels. “Takoda,” I gasped, my lungs burning from the pace.He didn’t look back, but his shoulders went completely stiff under his leather jacket, his whole frame locking tight.People in the lobby parted for him as we moved. It wasn't dramatic…they just moved out of the way instinctively.“Takoda,” I hissed again, tugging against his hand. “You look like you’re about to murder someone.” At my words, his jaw
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