Quinn’s hand went back into a fist, and right before she could punch Brea, like she deserved, Axel planted himself between the girls.
“She’s not worth it, Quinn.” His tone was measured, and I could feel his aura pushing out over her, something he rarely used. He was trying to calm Quinn down, preventing her from doing anything to Brea. “The b***h isn’t worth it,” he says softly, resting his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes. Her eyes were wide, shining in the light, fury burning in them.
Her eyebrows pull down, then she throws one more hateful glare at Brea before turning around and walking towards the doors, punching the decorative balloon arch on her way out. The balloons popped loudly, making everyone go silent, stopping to stare.
Axel sighs loudly, then cracks his
