My eyes widened. Her... her knees... he broke her kneecaps?!
But how? He didn't even move his hands.
"Ah! Help me!! My knees- ahhhh!"
My eyes glazed over. I looked at Aaron to find his pitch black eyes glaring coldly at Greta. He was still relaxed in his posture, almost nonchalant, if not for the subtle tension lining his jaw.
For a moment, I thought something shimmered golden on his forehead, but then I blinked and it was gone.
His eyes lifted to meet mine. I stared at him, entranced by the gradually returning brown eyes, that I almost forgot the screaming teenager lying just a few feet before me.
Kristine and I watched, stunned, as the students backed away from him, from us, panic and fear filling the air. A few of them rushed forward to fuss and cry over Greta, probably her pack
