Caroline Peckham

“Do you want me and my sister dead?” I pinned him with my hardest, most unwavering stare. For Tory. For me. I had to hear his answer, even if it was a lie.
His eyes softened, running over my face with the faintest of frowns. “No, Blue. I don't.”

“Why'd you come back?” I choked out, tugging my palm free and wrapping my hands around my head again.
“My spidey senses were tingling,” he said, chuckling and I glanced up at him, my brow creasing.

“IF A SINGLE PERSON IN THIS ROOM MOVES ANOTHER INCH, YOU WILL BE FACING IMMEDIATE EXPULSION!” Orion bellowed, the whole of the glass roof vibrating from his ferocious tone.