Raelynn
"You want me to call everyone out to the hall?" Mr. Hale asks for the second time. "At three in the morning?"
He looks like we just asked him to sacrifice his firstborn.
Gray's eyes narrow, the frustration evident in them. "How many times must I repeat myself?"
Usually, I would be surprised that he's allowed to speak so defiantly to a teacher, but if I stay one more minute without those letters I'm going to lose it myself.
"Can I know what this is about—" he trails off when Gray glares at him and nods, heading to the door obediently.
"Make sure they don't take anything with them."
You'd think he's the teacher rather than us. My gaze shifts to Grayson—his dominance sends a thrill through me, his protective stance when Mr. Hale glances at me like he's trying to figure it out c
