Alex's POV
I could taste blood at the corner of my mouth as it continued to trickle down from the corner of my forehead, warm and slow, trailing along the curve of my face as I stared at the tray on the floor beside me.
My heart thudded in my chest, not exactly from the pain, but from anger. I looked up, and the blonde brute who'd smacked me with the tray stood there with a grin that made my blood boil.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice laced with mockery. "You want another one, short stuff? For questioning orders?"
My fists clenched at my sides. Every bone in my body was screaming to lunge at him, to wipe that smug smile off his scarred face, but I didn't. I couldn't.
The entire dining hall had gone still. It felt like every eye was locked on me. Some were curious, some were am
