“Snarl at me all you want,” she spat at him, hissing through her teeth, even gnashing them. “It’s all just urging me on to make this as fucking painful as possible.”
“How dare you even—”
She bolted forward and thrust her fist into his gut. He choked at the brutal impact and doubled over, and she followed through with an uppercut to his chin that had his head snapping back, and him stumbling.
“Oh, my bad. It’swhore, right? That’s what you called me up in my dorm moments ago.”
He had saidwhat?
Zayn came up on my side, and I called my shadows back when I saw he was now dried.
He looked on far too eagerly at the violent confrontation taking place a few feet from us.
Evira leapt up with her animal agility, smashed her knee into Keuric’s face, then touched down and spun into a back kick that sent him crashing to the ground and skidding across the grass.
She stormed over to him as he spluttered and tried to push back to his feet with trembling arms, fingers digging into the grass for purchase.
He didn’t make it in time, and then she was there fisting her hand in his hair and yanking him up to his knees with her very impressive strength. She used the hold to yank his head back, forcing his stunned—and terrified—gaze to hers. “I forgot the other part.Kneel.”She snarled at him ferociously. “Kneel,whore.”
“Damn straight,” I heard Zayn comment beside me.
This was growing dangerous.
And the inflicting of such pain… as despicable as Keuric Glastor was… there were other ways to deal with this sort of thing.
“Evira!” I called.
She swung her head toward me and glared.
Rather viciously.
She was too far gone. She wouldn’t stop now without being forced to. And I wouldn’t do that.
I grimaced, but gave a nod, indicating that I wouldn’t interfere.
With a sigh, I swept my shadows around the immediate area to block the visual of this brutal beatdown from anyone nearby—especially the faculty.
“Good call,” Zayn said, when I was done erecting the encircling wall. “Let her get it all out. I know you don’t like the brutality or other people hurting ever, but she’s fucking earned this, Win.”
“It’s not about earning it, not about earningviolence,”I told him, just as we watched Evira haul Keuric into a rockery and utterly decimate it. He was bloodied, bones clearly broken, and spluttering to draw in a steady breath. Even crawling in a futile attempt to evade more of her assault was too much for him.
I looked away and continued on to Zayn, “It’s that she clearly needs this. And it’s not my call or yours to intervene and take that from her.”
I saw him understanding me. “Yeah.” Then he called out to Evira, “Just make sure you stop shy of killing him, baby! Win’s not allowed todeath-tetheryet or do any kind of resurrecting shit, so we can’t bring him back from the dead and that will lead to a whole lot of—”
“Really?” I cut in.
“Well, she needs to know the deal, doesn’t she?”
“That’s not what I—forget it.”
“That’s what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? Since you arrived here? Since that night in the restaurant bathroom stall between us?”
I tensed. “What?”
“Trying to forgetme.Trying to forget what was between us.”
“Are you actually speaking these words? And even doing it while looking lovelorn?”
