CATHERINE'S POV
My blood was past the boiling point. It was screaming. I looked at the gray, weathered stone of the auditorium wall and imagined it was Dean Miller's face.
"A despicable man like the Dean doesn't deserve to be happy," I whispered, my voice vibrating with a dark, jagged edge. "I'm going to walk into that office, and I'm going to scream the truth until every student on this campus knows what a pathetic, hollow excuse for a man he is."
I actually started to turn, my feet already pivoting toward the exit. The rage felt like a physical engine in my chest, pushing me toward a confrontation I hadn't fully thought through. I didn't care about the consequences. All I saw was Tessa's tear-streaked face.
"Catherine, no!" Tessa lunged forward, her fingers digging into my wrist with a desperate, iron-tight grip. She practically hauled me back into the shadows of the corner. "Stop! Are you insane? You can't go there!"
