MARA’S POV
The first thing I noticed was blood.
It was smeared across the marble floor in uneven streaks, dark and wet like it had been dragged along with something too fast. Students around me whispered, and they parted instinctively as two teachers rushed towards the injured boy. They lifted him up, and began to rush him towards the infirmary.
I stood near one of the lockers, my back slipping from my shoulder before I could even notice.
The boy had an eye swollen shut, and his lips were torn so badly, it hung loose, blood spilling from the large cut. His uniform was torn so bad, and it was stained with blood...his blood. My stomach churned as I remembered how his arm had been bent at an unnatural angle.
I had heard stories about how dangerous Prince Kellen could get when he was angr
