Cass Winfield had never felt more alive and more terrified at the same time. Every step she took toward the gym felt like walking into the mouth of a storm she had been building for weeks. Marvin Woods thought he controlled the school. Thought every glance, every whisper, every fear-stricken student bowed to him. But he had underestimated her.
The banners hanging in the gym were the perfect stage. School pride, cheerleaders, trophies gleaming under the fluorescent lights. And in the center, Marvin, chest puffed, standing with the confidence of someone who believed himself untouchable. His girlfriend was at his side, flashing her practiced smile, basking in every whisper of attention.
Cass felt her stomach twist. Not from fear, but from adrenaline and a rush of something sharp that tasted
