Aaron's eyes narrowed instantly, emotions flaring like wildfire.
"What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with suppressed rage.
He had been patient since arriving at this school, holding himself back from flexing his true weight. But this man—this so-called teacher—had just poked at the wound he guarded most closely.
"Arrogance gets people killed, Highborn," the teacher sneered, unbothered. "You should know that better than anyone. Class dismissed."
The words were like venom, deliberately spat. Without even glancing at Aaron again, the teacher gathered his notes and left, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with unease.
Aaron's fists tightened on the desk. His killing intent leaked, cold and sharp.
"He's picking on you," Alice muttered beside him, frowning deeply. Her voice was low, careful—she knew Aaron was one breath away from exploding.
