Chapter 13: Trapped in the Classroom

Noah’s

I sat at my desk in the classroom, the chatter and laughter of the other students buzzing loudly around me like irritating static noise. Just a week ago, I would’ve been right there with them, joking easily with James or happily dodging spitballs from the back row.

Now, all I could think about was the large clock on the wall, ticking down the agonizing five hours until I had to return to that hellhole of a house. Enzo’s rules ran constantly ...