Esme's POV
Before he could finish, I spat at him and stormed out before I even knew what I was doing. The door slammed behind me, the echo rolling down the corridor like thunder that belonged to my anger.
My hands were trembling, my chest heaving. I didn’t know where I was going—anywhere but that room. Anywhere but near him.
The hallways were quieter than usual. The faint scent of disinfectant from the infirmary still clung to the walls. Every step I took sounded too loud in my ears. The tension from that argument still burned through me like fire, leaving behind an ache I couldn’t shake.
Then I saw him—Marek.
He was walking fast, heading straight for the corridor that led to Nolan’s office. For a second, relief washed through me. At least seeing him would calm me down, I thought. B
