CENT FOLLOWED the three silently. No words were exchanged between the four of them. Levi kept on glancing at her, who was walking last, as he hummed some mortal’s famous nursery rhymes. Damon kept his steady strides at the center of the trio while Sylvia kept on looking back, as she kept on throwing daggers in her direction.
Walking beside them was like walking on thin ice. The animosity between the four could rival an angels’ and that was saying something.
Her hackles were on high alert. Cent was ready to strike even with the clear disadvantage, but she swore she would not go down without a fight. Not when she had something to fight for.
The students paved their way for the four of them.
And now Cent realized that she was like inside of a novel wherein she was a side character of th
