Thalia
My pulse climbs into my throat as I follow the auburn-haired man. By now, I'm fairly certain he's Xander's beta—the one who stands just beneath him in rank.
The path he leads me down is painfully familiar. Every turn is already carved into my memory, making my stomach twist tighter with each step.
My palms are damp with sweat, but I force myself to keep walking. I won't hesitate. I won't let anyone see how badly my nerves are fraying. Even so, every instinct is screaming at me to turn around, run, and disappear into the maze of corridors.
It feels like I'm walking straight toward another punishment, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
The coward, as usual, hadn't even bothered to check the security footage properly to find out who was really responsible. Whether it was fea
