CHOSEN BY RUIN
I ask Liam, hoping he wouldn’t get angry for questioning him again.
It turns out he’s already listening, his long nose flaring sensitively.
Then he moves and pushes through the doors without waiting for me.
I follow immediately and freeze when I see what’s happening inside.
The music is gone and the crowd has parted.
At the center, a boy who I believe is a student- is on his knees, his face bloodied, barely recognizable.
And standing over him…is Xaden.
His hand is wrapped around the boy’s throat tightly, lifting him slightly off the ground, his expression carved from pure, unfiltered fury.