Shit.
Professor Kenna’s expression remained unreadable.
“Will refrain from turning every perceived slight into physical violence.”
I said nothing.
Mostly because I had absolutely no intention of doing that.
If anything, the incident with Gunner had only confirmed how quickly I was willing to destroy anyone who threatened Amrin.
The realization should have concerned me more.
Instead, all I could think about was the look on Luna’s face when I stepped between her and danger.
Mine.
Again.
Always.
Professor Kenna studied me carefully for several long seconds.
Then sighed softly.
“Twelve hours of reconstruction duty,” she announced. “Both of you.”
“What?” Gunner barked.
“You destroyed the corridor together,” she replied smoothly. “You will repair it together.”
The Wolf looked personally victimized by this.
Excellent.
“And if either of you engages in another altercation before the Spring Equinox Festival,” Professor Kenna added quietly, “I will personally ensure you spend the remainder of the semester scrubbing grundlewog pens beneath the eastern cliffs.”
Horror flashed across Gunner’s face.
Honestly?
That threat worked on me too.
Those little bastards bit.
Hard.
“Dismissed,” the professor said finally.
Gunner stormed out immediately.
I lingered.
Professor Kenna looked unsurprised.
“You wish to ask about Miss Cordoza,” she said calmly.
My jaw tightened.
