"He was clever, cruel, and dangerously charming."
The main courtyard was packed.
Students lined the perimeter three deep. Faculty members stood on the raised platforms normally reserved for ceremonies. And in the center, surrounded by empty space like a king holding court, stood Gideon Wicke.
He looked perfect. Deliberately so. Hair styled. Training clothes immaculate. Expression confident without being arrogant. Like he was doing me a favor by offering this challenge.
My wolf wanted to rip that smug look off his face.
Darius walked beside me. His presence drawing attention away from Gideon. Students parted automatically, creating a path. Respect. Fear. Maybe both.
Through the bond, I felt his control fraying. His wolf demanding he end this before it started. Drag me away from danger. Lock me somewhere safe.
But he'd promised. My choice. My fight.
