Andria's POV
Sliding a hand beneath the desk, I brushed my fingers against the small syringe I had brought out of my bag earlier.
I was twirling it in my hand, waiting for the right time to mix it with the compound in front of the desks. It's either the blood component spreads to everyone in this class or allows us to carry out our plans.
I waited. Miss Linda's voice filled the room, and the attention of every student was fixed on her; some scribbled notes. No one could even notice anything happening at this moment, even Daman and Tristan were engrossed in her teaching.
With practiced calm, I drew out the syringe, keeping my movements subtle. I positioned it over the pale-blue chemical on our desk.
One careful push, and my blood slid into the liquid, curling like smoke underwater. For a second, it stayed there, dark tendrils spreading through the solution.
