"In my class, there shall be no fighting." I said sharply. "Physical or not." I turned to Adam who was still watching everything with amusement. "Mr. Rhineheart, what do you think?"
Adam’s smirk deepened as he stepped forward, his presence filling the room in that familiar, unsettling way I hated. A part of me wanted to end him on the spot but I stopped myself.
Not in front of the children.
“Well,” he drawled, glancing from Leo to his own son, “I think both of them forgot they were in a classroom, not a training yard. Jacob,” Adam’s tone shifted, sharp as a whip. “Apologize.”
Jacob’s head snapped up, his small mouth twisting in protest. “But he—”
“Now.” Adam’s voice left no room for argument.
The entire class went silent as they watched the entire drama unfold. Folding my arm toget
