Amara's POV
The sight of me beating Penelope until blood streamed down her face had left everyone stunned. Nso they were all waiting to see how I'd deal with the massive mess I'd created.
About thirty minutes passed before sirens wailed across campus again. The same police officers from earlier walked into the classroom.
Tristan stepped forward. "Amara, there's been an assault report filed against you. We need you to come down to the station for questioning."
Shocked whispers rippled through the room. Getting dragged to a police station was serious business for any regular student.
I quickly scribbled down the answer to my last test question, set my pen aside, and stood up. "Fine."
The younger officer's expression looked strained. He stared at me, swallowing nervously like he wanted to speak, but kept his mouth shut instead.
Two officers sat across from me in the interrogation room. Tristan leaned forward. "Amara, the student you attacked has been hospitalized.
