The guard looked at her in disbelief, his grip tightening on her arm. Willow winced, pain shooting up her wrist. Why was he being so violent with her?
"Are you insane?" he bellowed. "You're standing right in front of—"
"Enough." Ezrik's voice cut through the room immediately silencing everyone.
The guards' gazes snapped to him. He leaned forward slightly in his chair, his angelic face disarmingly serene if not for the suffocating weight of his presence. His smile widened when his emerald eyes settled on Willow's frown.
"Hi there, Dreg." Ezrik waved lazily, and Willow's face immediately darkened.
"What are you doing here? Where is the principal?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Ah, ah, ah." Ezrik wagged a finger at her, which only made her scowl deepen. "One question at a time."
He chuckled softly, clearly entertained, but as his gaze slid to the guard's hand still clamped tightly around her arm, the smile vanished.
