Chapter Two
A hush falls over the classroom as I walk in. As normal. I should be used to it by now, and yet I'm not.
I sigh as I make my way to one of the empty seats mid-way towards the back of the room. Not for the first time, I find myself wishing Bryce could still come to class with me. Things were much better when he watched my every move, even if he was doing it to stop me staking anyone.
As if Ashryn would even let me near a stake. Though I do have the knife Bryce gave me still. It just feels wrong to use it against people who are as untrained as the students here at Grimalkin. They think they know what I'm capable of after seeing me knock Carlton down a peg or two. They have no idea of the truth. Though after how easily Emma managed to almost kill me, perhaps they're right to no
