Haochen made his way back to his dormitory, epically pissed off. Professor Adira's wishes for the students went into a weighted box and down into the ocean. How was he supposed to respond to all of that information? What the hell was Kol thinking?
Running his hand through his hair, he sighed. Of course, he more than anyone understood that it was difficult to say no to a parent, but Kol had never mentioned these thoughts before. They'd never even spoken about it.
While Kol had the affinity of being an asshole, and he didn't like Calibri, he didn't think he would go to this extent.
Then again, Kol was the crown prince of Damascus, and every sect wanted to best the others, whether there was war or not. The matter had to concern him too because he would be the next king.
After hearing what Kol had said, Haochen felt an awful feeling in his gut. He stopped walking. The situation was complicated.
