That monster that has lived inside me for as long as I can remember and hungers for violence more than anything else.
That monster that wants death.
Someone put their hands on her.
And suddenly all I can think about is finding out who the fuck dared.
“Who did this to you?”
My voice is deathly calm, but inside I’m anything but. A storm rages within me.
“It’s... nothing,” she says quickly, trying to pull away from me.
I’m too distracted by the sight of her injuries, and before I realise it, she’s out of my hold and a step away from me.
I catch her immediately, my hand closing around her waist as I pull her back against me.
She hits my chest and flinches.
The reaction is slight, but I feel it like a knife to the chest.
Rage floods my system so quickly I feel myself detach from reality, as though I’m watching everything unfold from a distance rather than living it.
Carefully, without another word, I scoop her up bridal style.
She doesn’t protest, which is unlike her.
I turn and head for the emergency exit at the back of the classroom.
Once outside, there are still a few students around, but not many.
Good.
The last thing I need is Piper panicking because half the bloody academy witnessed this.
I pay them no attention, aside from a single look that sends most of them on their way.
My focus remains entirely on her, while my mind races with a hundred different thoughts.
She’s hiding something. Fine.
She’s convinced I’ll hate her once I learn the truth. Fucking fine.
She keeps trying to put distance between us. I fucking hate it, but we’ll deal with that later.
But this...
This is something else entirely.
Someone put their hands on her.
And that is something I won’t tolerate.
Whether she gives me the name of the soon to be dead bastard or not doesn’t matter, because one way or another, I’ll find out.
As I carry her towards the dorms, she presses her face into my chest, and little by little the tension leaves her body.
Under normal circumstances, I’d enjoy it.
