Chapter 21

• So I looked up at him now, brewing with the familiar hatred I knew well. I clutched at that hatred desperately, refusing to be intimidated or scared anymore—for at least the rest of the day. I didn’t bother standing, pretending we were on equal footing, because we wouldn’t be.
• “Nice to see you, Mr. Fontaine.”
• He scoffed and looked away from me, watching people milling about down the hallway. “You never think it’s nice to see me. Lying so early in the morning, sweetheart?”