Raegan had no idea. “Maybe my classmates are just grateful I dealt with Nero today,” she guessed. It seemed like the only logical explanation.

Mitchel’s polished black shoes hit the scorching pavement, and with his presence, a cold aura seemed to spread outwards, chilling the atmosphere. His gaze lifted slightly, landing on one particular banner.

“And does this banner also represent your classmates’ feelings?” he asked, his tone colder than before.

Raegan ...