I was only a few steps away from my classroom when Wallace appeared. I didn’t hear him approach. I just… felt it.
That sudden shift in the air, like something heavy had settled right in front of me. And when I looked up, Wallace Rachford was already there.
Blocking my way.
One hand pressed against the wall beside him, his body angled just enough to make it clear I wasn’t passing unless he allowed it. His expression was darker than anything I had seen before… not the usual arrogance, not the casual cruelty.
This was different. This was anger that hadn’t been contained.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
“Withdraw it.”
His tone was low and controlled, but it wasn’t a request. It was a command.
I met his gaze without hesitation. “What are you talking about?” I asked, playing innocent.
