Windsor's POV
This was the kind of man they put in charge of the United Factions? The disbelief hit me like a slap. Every story I had heard about him fighting for student rights crumbled to dust. He was nothing more than another power-hungry man hiding behind a title.
Walking out of his office, the truth crashed down on me. I was fodder now. A factionless outcast.
I kept my chin up even as stares followed me down the hallway.
The faction badges gleaming on everyone's collars might as well have been neon signs flashing that I did not belong in their perfectly ordered world.
When I made it to first period, the tension only grew thicker.
"Hey there," Logan said, sliding his arm around my shoulders. I let out a long breath and turned to look at him, forcing myself to appear normal. Something flickered in his expression. Worry, maybe. He slowly pulled his arm away.
"Thanks," I said quietly, focusing on the whiteboard instead. The weight of being unwanted pressed down on my chest.
