Adrianna's brows furrowed, her lips parting in disbelief. The crowd collectively inhaled, the tension in the air palpable.
Mr. Meadow scoffed and slapped Athena again, even harder this time, anger etched deep into his features.
He raised his hand, ready to strike a third time, when Theodore stepped forward, and held the hand.
His presence alone made the room freeze. His eyes burned with fury the likes of which no one had ever seen before.
All pairs of eyes snapped to him. Goosebumps rose on each and everyone's skin. The air temperature in the room dropped, and suddenly everywhere feels cold.
The tears Athena had been holding in fell, and Theodore's jaw tightened. He would make every single one of them pay for making her cry.
"Hit him," he said dangerously.
All eyes widened. What the fuck?
Mr. Meadow's lips curled into a sneer, unaware of the storm about to hit him. "Have you gone mad, Frost?" he spat.
But Theodore's gaze never left Athena. His entire being focused on her.
