"He won't come back next week. They never do!" the young man beside Violet suddenly remarked. "Next lecture, we'll probably get a session on defense or another doom speech about how we'll all die the second we meet a hostile Red or one of those shifters you're supposed to kill on sight!"
Violet barely registered his words, her thoughts spinning far from the lecture hall. She turned her head toward him, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"What?"
"I said, for all we know, the next lecture could be a gun-firing range," he repeated, his green eyes brightening with a mischievous glint. "Maybe we'll have a weapons specialist teaching us how to fight!"
Violet's gaze lingered on him, taking in his gentle features and disarming smile. For a moment, she forgot herself. "...And why would we even need to learn to use guns?"
