Chapter 75. Anger issues
After forcing myself to calm down, I let my thoughts run without emotion clouding them.
I replayed the whole scenario again—stripped of fury, stripped of rage.
Sure, that bastard deserved to rot. Maybe even burn. But not at the cost of my future. Not at the cost of expulsion.
I wasn’t stupid. The Academy had rules, and I couldn’t just go around breaking bones because someone pissed me off—no matter how justified it felt in the moment.
He hadn’t done anything yet. Just... hovered. Loomed. His hands were going somewhere they shouldn’t have, and that was enough to drive me mad.
But still—not enough to end his life and my academic career through my own fists.
’I really need to work on these anger issues.’
They were going to eat me alive one day. And not figuratively.
Being an emotional fool might feel righteous in the moment—but it was always the easiest way to lose.
I didn’t have the luxury of losing. Not in this place. Not in this world.
As I walked through the corridor, I noticed the stares. Some fearful. Some curious.