~SARA~
What. The. Hell. Just... Happened?
I ask myself as I stare into the now-empty hall.
Alex is pacing back and forth, his hands wiping over his lips like an animal pulling at every restraint, fighting not to go straight for its prey.
Jason and Mira are tucked behind Sir Alex Sr., mocking grins sitting comfortably on their faces. Mrs. Ford sits beside Sir Alex, occasionally flashing me a smirk that says, 'Oh. We beat you at your own game.'
Sir Alex—the architect of this whole drama—sits stiffly, his walking stick placed between his legs on the floor.
His jaw is tight. His face, stone-hard.
I glare at him and wish thunder could just strike him from above.
I was this close to exposing Jason to the public.
Why the hell did he have to step in?
Alex whirls around at him, clenching
