Carro joined the two at the door and paced around them, slowly and deliberately.
“Do you need to be taught a lesson?”
Meet violence with violence. Payback time.
“You.” He pulled Jono’s uniform by the neck. Why had he never noticed that he had grown taller than the bully?
“Hey! You can’t do that!” Jono squealed.
“Yes, I can. I’m your superior, like it or not, and you will respect me and obey my orders.”
“I was obeying—”
“You were not.”
Jono gasped a few words, trying to prise his fingers between his neck and the collar that cut into the skin. His eyes went wide.
A hand comes into Carro’s field of vision, a hand filled with snow. The next moment, the snow hits his face, and the hand rubs it into his stinging cheeks.
Carro screams.
Someone is sitting on his back, knees painfully pr
