Chapter 8: Punishing Althea {Points Skyrocketing 1}
I slipped out of the competition grounds unnoticed.
Well—mostly unnoticed.
No one gave me a second glance. Not the professors, not the students, not the guards. Just a bloodied, limping joke of a student. A familiar face used to being overlooked. I was the school’s designated trash. The idea that I could’ve stolen the top prizes during the chaos? it’s Laughable.
Except to one person.
Clara.
She already saw me.
Her golden eyes had locked on to me during the blackout. She had watched, observed, but She whispered something but i could Barely Hear her.
Maybe she was curious. Maybe she hadn’t decided what to do with what she knew. But I was grateful Since she didn’t seems.
Someone would going to snitch me.
Right now, I was focused on getting stronger Althea, nestled back within me, was slowly healing my battered body as I jogged through the dim streets. My ribs ached with every step, my
face still throbbed from her punches, and the faint copper taste of blood lingered on my tongue.