His hairy face drained of color.
Good.
“Say that again to her, and I’ll rip your lungs out of your chest,” I said softly.
He choked.
Struggled.
I squeezed.
Just enough.
Then I threw him.
Hard.
He hit the far wall with a crack that echoed down the corridor.
Silence followed.
Brief.
Unimportant.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I turned back to her.
Composed.
Controlled.
Untouched.
Even as something inside me remained very, very aware of her.
“Sorry,” I said, voice steady. “Um, what did you just ask me?”
And for the first time in a long time—I didn’t walk away.
Chapter 3-Amrin
Holy fucking shit.
Did that really just happen?
I stood there, heart pounding, lungs burning like I’d forgotten how to breathe, staring at the spot where Gunner had just been thrown across the corridor like he weighed nothing at all.
The sound of his body hitting the wall still echoed faintly through the stone halls of the Asgarheim Runevald Institute, swallowed quickly by the usual chaos of this place—students arguing, laughing, casting, existing like violence wasn’t just another language spoken here.
But I had seen it.
Felt it.
And gods help me… I think I kinda liked it.
Not the violence itself.
