AMARA'S POV
I couldn't feel my legs. There's only one wish I had at this minute— the ground should split open and swallow me. The crowd of students burst out into rounds of mocking laughter.
Odessa stirred violently, raging to burst out, and teach this bloody jerk a bitter lesson. Heck no! I wasn't about to buy into Rylan’s charade. That would be confirming his suspicions that he had the upper hand over him.
Maybe he did. But I wasn't about to give him the luxury to feel that way. Odessa spat, ‘From today, he's dead to—’
A vicious hiss ripped through the atmosphere thick with tension, and entered my ears. “Turn around while the Lycan prince is speaking to you,” Jaylin gritted through clenched teeth.
I hesitated. Holding my breath, and trying to control it suddenly became a chore.
