ALPHAS of the PEAK
I sat there, wiping blood from my lip, a dark, jagged sense of victory blooming in my chest.
The teachers swarmed him. Most of them focused on the heir, but the Headmaster of the Reach Academy didn't go to Harrison. He came for me.
“Explain this!” he roared, his hand clamping onto my arm like a vice. He hauled me to my feet, his face turning a deep, bruised purple.
I looked at him, my head spinning but my heart steady. “You should breathe, Headmaster. You’re starting to look like an overripe beet.”
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