15
More than a few people from class give me a wide berth as we head to the cafeteria. The only ones that seem to be impressed by my violent side are—of course—members of Nico’sshifters-only war party. One of them claps me on the shoulder as we’re filling our trays.
“I knew you had it in you,” he says. “Even if we haven’t seen any real fire since the Spring Fling. Once a killer, always a killer.”
I smile wanly and give him a fist bump, nodding noncommittally when he tells me there’s a stalk and kill practice session planned after classes today, on the green.
“See you there,” he says, giving me an appraising once-over. He’s about to touch my shoulder, but rethinks it, settling for a wink instead. No doubt Nico has informed his entire army that I’m his intended—at least in his own mind.
