Nyx
Mr. Asher didn't even let me finish the sentence.
A single dismissive flick of his wrist...casual, almost bored...cut me off mid-breath.
"Enough," he said. "Return to the Red dorm. Immediately."
Just like that.
No discussion. No negotiation. No pretense of consideration.
When I opened my mouth to argue, because of course I opened my mouth, he lifted one finger in warning.
"Continue this," he said, voice low and final, "and you will earn punishment… and still... you will return to the Red dorm. The outcome does not change."
I stared at him.
The logic refused to compute.
Punish me for asking, still force me to live with my enemy.
Don't punish me, still force me to live with my enemy.
What kind of Kafkaesque nonsense was this academy running on?
I felt heat crawl up my throat. My hands curled into fists so tight my nails bit half-moons into my palms.
He really thought I would just… nod?
Turn around?
Accept this?
He clearly had no idea who he was dealing with.
