The wounded students were sobbing and crying from the pain but none dared to leave their seats.
The teacher's voice was cold and detached. Her gaze was blank and scared. She had nearly died from the last attack.
Though her rage and anger soared higher, she had to contain it. Her fear left her trembling, but deep inside her head, she had already plotted what she would do after this.
Her plots grew deep and dark as her anger was redirected from Crystal to both Cryshela and Jawne.
Crystal observed her expressions. She was keen to see how effective her plans were.
Let's start our lessons. Open your books, and let us move to where we left off last week." The teacher spoke as her voice continued to tremble.
The class began to reach for their books and Crystal took hers. Varessa had already purchased two sets of books before they arrived and had given them to them when they left the carriage.
