I stared at the dean of the university like I had seen a ghost.

Wrinkled face. Potbelly. A face only a mother could love.

Edgar.

I never liked the man. He thought of himself too highly and enjoyed making others squirm. I oculi break the man with the snap of my finger but I knew I had to play nice. I was not in a place where I could act out.

I hated it.

But his time would come soon enough.

"Rescue me?" I said, tilting my head ...