Will’s POV
Fuck the Protective Society, I think as I sprint across the grounds with Payton’s limp body in my arms. f**k the Deviant Society. f**k Rachel Rosario. f**k Harley Harris. f**k everyone.
How could they be so stupid? How could they risk their own lives for the sake of the very girl who aided in the kidnapping of Payton? What was the point in this?
“I need help!” I scream as soon as I enter the medical wing of the Academy. The nurse on call runs over to me, eyes wide, as I lay Payton’s body down on one of the cots. “She overexerted herself,” I tell her. “Took her Psychic abilities too far. Went unconscious.”
The nurse reaches for Payton’s wrist to feel for a pulse, then exhales, looking relieved. “Normal pulse.” She presses the back of her hand to Payton’s forehead and frown
