Rory's POV
Few minutes later after Dante left, the students poured in one by one back into the classroom with darting glances, all of it pressing against my skin like gnats in the summer air. My pulse hadn’t slowed from the encounter with Briar earlier, nor from Dante’s words that still rang inside my skull like a bell I couldn’t stop hearing.
I had barely settled into the metal chair, gathering my thoughts when the sharp crack of a hand slamming against my desk jolted me upright.
The sound echoed too loudly in the quieting classroom.
My eyes shot up, locking onto one of Briar’s minions, the taller one with black hair with a permanent sneer in her mouth and fire burning too brightly in her eyes.
“What the hell is this supposed to mean?” I asked flatly, refusing to flinch under the he
