Chapter 85 Debating The Future

• Bryanna
• My anger pulses off me in waves, matching the rhythm of my pounding heart. How can these jerks even think I would agree to something like this?
• I narrow my eyes and shoot daggers with my eyes at Tanner and his cocky smirk, wishing I could rip it off his face. But he doesn’t back down, which only fuels my growing rage even more. With each wave radiating off me, a low rumble fills the hall at the same time. A vibration along the floor under my feet spreads up my legs, but I don’t pay attention to it.