CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Calder pokes his head out into the hallway, glancing to his left and then his right.
Peeking through the gaps between slaves, Sarah sits on top of the slave girl. From the waist up is a frenzy of auburn hair and swinging red fists. She yells, swings never ceasing.
The slaves around them cheer and heckle, throwing up fists, and a yelp calls out every few seconds.
Calder furrows his eyebrows, letting his voice come out loud and strong. “What is the meaning of this? Why are you misplaced?” He enters the hallway full body now.
Peter rushes from his seat, bounding down the steps, and is at the frame before the other students leave their stools. Skidding, he stops short at the sight before him.
The slaves are quieter than the dead. They separate, creating a path to Sarah
