And then—a voice.
“Excuse me?—”
It cut through everything.
Soft.
Quiet.
Careful.
Hers.
I turned.
And there she was.
Up close and personal.
Amrin Cordoza.
She was closer than she had ever been.
Big eyes bright with emotion.
Nerves? Or just uncertainty.
She was looking directly at me.
At me.
“What is it?” I asked, harsher than intended.
“Well, if you’re about to kill each other,” she said, holding up a notebook, “could you maybe take a look at this first? I was told you have the best Astronomy grades.”
Heat filled me.
Unexpected.
Unwelcome.
But there.
Inside my chest.
On my face.
“Yo, fatty, do you mind? We got unfinished—” Gunner started.
That was it.
Done.
I moved before the thought finished forming.
My tail snapped out, wrapping tight around his throat as I lifted him clean off the ground.
His eyes bulged.
