Chapter 72

It was bitterly cold, the winter not letting up in the slightest, and it spurred Anton on to run properly. He scowled at the frozen dirt all the way around the field, slow lap after slow lap, and imagined it to be Walsh’s face. For once, feeling angry felt…good. Anton had felt upset and afraid for so long that getting to feel actually just outright angry with Walsh for constantly pushing it was a refreshing change. Like…

It hit him all at once, and he nearly stopped halfway through the last lap.

Like Jude got angry sometimes.

Like Jude had been angry at his dad, and the kids in his last school, and Will Thorne. Like Jude wasn’t upset by any of it, because why would he be? It was just idiots sounding off, why should that upset anybody?