Caspian's gaze flickered over the crowd, his mind sharpening.
The same brats from yesterday.
The one who had been bullying Lyrius.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Caspian's lips.
"Well," he muttered under his breath, stepping inside. "Looks like things are about to get interesting."
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The room was suffocating. Caspian stepped inside, and before he could even take in the surroundings, the door clicked shut behind him.
A dozen eyes stared at him, full of resentment, hostility, and something else—hesitation.
The arrogant bastard who had been bullying Lyrius the day before, stood at the center, his arms crossed.
Around him, a handful of other students formed a loose circle, cutting off any easy way out.
"Hello," a voice greeted, mocking.
Caspian met the gaze of the one who spoke. A lanky guy, with sharp features and an overconfident smirk.
"Hi," Caspian replied, tone dry.