Andrei & Davian & Jae & Thérèse & OPEN
Andrei let out a yelp when, all of sudden, a vicelike grip wrapped around his wrist and snapped. A searing pain shot through his arm, his grip on Davian relaxing.
But, like Jae, Andrei was a predator. They shared a ruthlessness, a single-mindedness, a deep-seated instinct that allowed to hunt and fight. It allowed them to ignore pain. In other circumstances, they would probably find that they had a lot in common.
Right now, however, Andrei's first urge was to ram his elbow into Jae's face. That was before Ms. Edouard's amplified voice boomed down on them. They were caught red-handed. Andrei's posture relaxed into something as close to meekness as he possibly could, one hand nursing the injured wrist. The bones were already mending.
Without a word, he followed the other student to the nurse's office, but he shot Jae a withering look before he went.