White Feather Prep administration office. The r

d his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and looked Annette u

ame school in the Rust Belt, and a disciplinary file thicker than a phone book," Aberdeen said, his voice dripping with venom. "White F

kept her hands in her pockets. Her fac

llowed on the sidewalk outside," Aberdeen sneered. He picked up

s the stamp down, th

walked in. It was Thaddeus Wainwright. In her past life

, a test score doesn't define a student. I

recycling bin, Thaddeus. Take her."

ss in her eyes softened for a fraction

e in the Principal's office was ent

ear the wall. He held a silver tray wi

ofa. He was there to inspect the ed

istant, Walter, had just handed him. It

unteachable.' But what he had seen wasn't random, reckless violence. It was trained, precise, and entirely economical. The way she broke that man's arm without a flinch, the way she faced Beckham's own m

glass table. He pointed at her ph

fainted. He thought the new delinquent had some

uses any trouble, I will expel her i

ze was like a physical blow. The

ow and absolute. "She gets unrestricted access to everything.

d, but he nodded frantical

tte walked beside Thaddeu

tood up. Her combat instincts flared. She fe

oked up at the second floor. She stared directly at

owed into a d