Naeva Quinn

Just like my appetite vanished, my instincts pushed me up. I stood and went straight into my room. I couldn’t stay a moment longer in the same space with them.

Every breath in there irritated me. Not that school promised anything better—it was just another brewing storm waiting for me, another bedlam, but I preferred to face those five and whatever they had waiting for me, rather than sit trapped under my father's meaningless caution.

I snapped my backpack from the corner, ...