Marcus's glare was sharp, his anger palpable as he faced Damon taking notice of the blindfold over his eyes.
"Grey, you bastard. I see you still know how to run your mouth."
Damon scoffed, crossing his arms with a nonchalant air.
"And I see you still haven't grown out of that subservient attitude. Just so you know, your lord and master Ravenscroft doesn't actually give a damn about you."
Marcus's eyes narrowed dangerously, but before he could respond, Xander raised a hand, cutting through the tension.
"Ignore him."
Xander's voice carried authority, though his annoyance with Damon was evident. "What's so important that you had to come all the way here when class is about to begin?"
As Marcus hesitated, Xander stole a quick glance at Evangeline. The subtle action didn't go unnoticed, and Marcus's lips pressed into a thin line as he seemed to grasp the unspoken meaning. After a moment, he bit his lip before speaking, his voice strained.
