I match gazes with the b***h on the ground, both of us having drawn blood and liked it. She's being helped up by a few folk wearing the same uniform and my fellows run up to join the gathering of petty officers and other officers and cadets lining up to look at the person causing all this trouble.
My shoulders hunch up instinctively. I remember this game from my pack and I know how it goes. I'm the trouble-maker and this is where people who were talking with me are pulled away by others looking out for their wellbeing and learn that I'm poison through and through.
"Corporal Dupree," says one of the officers, a vampire who is twice my height and looks as though she's been carved out of ice. She's that pale. "What is the nature of this disturbance?"
"I was asking the newcomer to return
