“I know,” I whispered fiercely, crouching to his level. “But you can’t reveal yourself like that. Not here. Not now.”
Eve bristled inside me. “He is right. He defended you. He defended his brother. Why should he hide? Why should we bow?”
“Because survival demands it,” I snapped back silently, though my throat ached with pride.
The wails of the injured boy grew louder, teachers unable to calm him. Someone whispered that his parents had been summoned.
My chest tightened. This would not end quietly.
And It didn’t.
Minutes later, the boy’s parents stormed into the courtyard, the mother’s shrill voice cutting over the noise. “My son! Who dared lay hands on my son?”
The father’s face was red with rage as he shoved past the teacher to kneel beside the boy, pulling him into his arms. “Look
