Just then, Snow came out of the nurse's office. "I can acc—!" He flinched as Godfrey's glare locked on him.
Snow had seen Godfrey angry several times, but the look in his eyes right now was beyond the others. It was filled with so much anger, it shrouded him with a horrifying aura.
This wasn't the same Godfrey that walked in seeking peace. This part of Godfrey made sweat coat his palms.
He couldn't believe it. Was this fear?
"We'll talk later," Godfrey said, walking away with wide, powerful strides.
'He has always stood his ground without knowing he's a King-tier. Just what is he going to do now that he knows?!'
***
Godfrey stormed into the class. Everyone swiftly noticed his mood as he went straight to his backpack, swung it over his shoulder, and marched toward the exit.
Not one glance at anyone, not even Isolde.
"We have an after-party. Won't you attend?" Edwin asked with raised eyebrows.
"I won't." His response echoed as he left the classroom.
