Calista appeared in the doorway, a heavy metal bucket in one hand—the same bucket she had just used to send the dean flying.
"Let him go."
Her voice was low, sharp as a blade.
"You little b***h! How dare you show your face again?!"
The vice-dean and several bodyguards lunged at her.
Calista scoffed. "Big talk for dead men."
Then she charged.
The fight was over in seconds. Five or six bodyguards lay groaning on the ground.
"Hey, kid!"
One of the remaining men, realizing he had no chance against her, turned his attention to Ike. With a roar, he swung an iron rod straight at the boy.
Calista lunged to block it, but she was half a second too slow.
The rod slammed into her shoulder.
"Agh—"
Pain exploded through her arm, and she dropped to one knee.
"Sister, are you okay?!" Ike’s f
