Chapter

Twenty-Two

Asher

“Ugh, this is ridiculous.” I slammed shut the dusty old tome in front of me, very aware of the people around me and their disapproving stares. “What?” I shot them dirty looks, annoyed that no one would come near me after the incident with Callie.

It had been this way since I arrived at Beastville. The students—aside from Maeve, Cian, and Jackson—avoided me and whispered behind my back. But since I nearly killed Callie with my bare hands in Sanderson’s class, it was worse. Now, instead of hushed conversations and stolen glances, it was outright fear and avoidance. I was used to that kind of treatment at...