I couldn’t feel the night air bite at my skin, neither could I hear the angry howling of the wind that cut through the calm of the late hours.
I could only feel a deep, churning rage pulsating inside me, sending tremors of anger throughout my limbs, cutting off any thought that wasn’t violent, any thought that wasn’t focused on making Nova pay.
Even if I had wanted to stop and think of a plan, think of the consequences, think of how ready I was to fight an upper-classman, I couldn’t. The only image my brain could come up with was my fist shattering Nova’s nose.
Apart from the overwhelming sense of rage, I realised that there was guilt dripping its venom into my veins. I was so preoccupied with Raum that I didn’t notice my best friend was in trouble before it was too late. I vowed never
