The air crackled with tension, ice creeping along the ground from Lise's fingertips, spreading in intricate, almost beautiful patterns, only to be shattered just as easily by Sapphire's unyielding strength. Sapphire cocked an eyebrow, breaking through the frozen chains as if they were delicate threads.
"Nice try, vampire girl," she said with a sharp, dismissive smile. "But I've got a good reason for this." Her gaze shifted toward the boy, now cowering against the wall, his face drained of color. "I don't take kindly to bullies who harass people for their own amusement—or, in this case, a phone number."
The words struck me, and I found myself staring at Sapphire, her back straight and unyielding, her aura practically vibrating with power.
She glanced at the student, and for a fleeting second, I could see the malice in her eyes, a hardness that ran deep and uncompromising.
