Chapter 8

TESSA POV

"What will you do to your aunt if she doesn't transfer the admission?"

The calm voice came from behind us. I froze, my fingers still resting on the door handle, and slowly turned my head. Malcolm was coming down the hallway, wheeling himself forward at an unhurried pace. There was no anger on his face, no raised voice, nothing rushed in his movements. Yet the moment I saw him, something in the atmosphere changed. The hallway felt smaller. Colder. Even seated, even unable to stand, he carried an aura that made the air itself feel heavy.

He stopped a few feet away, his dark eyes settling...