~Denzel
My arm still ached where Laurent had grabbed it. I flexed my fingers as I walked through the garden, massaging the spot. The skin wasn’t broken, but the muscle throbbed like I’d gone up against a hydraulic press.
What kind of E-rank hits like that?
The afternoon light cut through the trees in bright, broken slants. I caught my reflection in the pond — tousled blond hair, uniform scuffed, a streak of dirt on my sleeve. Not my best look. I brushed it off and sighed.
“Fine,” I muttered. “If he won’t help me, I’ll do it myself. There was no way I’d sit back and let monsters in human form put our race at risk.”
But before, I needed to know what Laurent Draven really was because I was really having trouble believing he was just an E rank.
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I started with the crowd. Students loit
