Acting? If it was acting, then why could Hera feel the fingers crawling under her skin become even wilder? They were practically trying to claw her insides now from how hard her body was reacting to Riley.
Yes—she initially thought that her body was reacting like this because of everything that has been happening. The strongest of the freshmen surrounded her, after all, and they were at each other's throats, but no.
None of the fingers that were poking her were because of them, not even a single one. All of them were because of the albino kid in front of him.
"You… do know I can tell that you're not acting, right?" she said, the color of her skin shifting from its original tan color, to gray, to blue, to silver, and then to a grayish metal color that had streaks—seemingly adjusting to whatever was about to be thrown her way.
Well, something was already thrown at her way—it was a large ship, and it rammed into her without any mercy.
