Elara marched down the Academy hallway with quick steps. Students still awake in the late hours moved out of her path, sensing the storm cloud of fury that surrounded her. There weren't many.
Her heart hammered against her chest, but her thoughts were louder.
The absolute nerve of that guy.
He had admitted it. Just… admitted it. No hesitation. No shame. No attempt to hide behind some convenient lie. He told her he ordered Marcus Vrell's death as though discussing a move in a board game.
Elara's fists clenched at her sides. Killing someone was not a joke. It was not a strategy. It was not another clever plan to be admired from a distance. Someone died. A student. Another human being.
