Roman

I looked around the room, my gaze sweeping over every face seated at the table. If looks could kill, no one would be breathing.

My jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. I could feel the thin line between control and destruction stretched to its limit. If I didn’t still have reasons, I would have burned the entire room to the ground without hesitation.

Normally, I didn’t involve myself in things like this. I despised petty scandals, academic politics, rumors passed around by bored minds with too much time and too little intelligence. People talked until they got bored and moved on to something else. None of it had...