Veronica might have been panicking, but the moment she realized that Ava was slowly weaving a trap around Kyle, tightening it strand by strand, she reached out to the only person who could help him if things spiraled in a direction she feared.
And her instinct proved right.
Ava had cornered Kyle, backing him into a helpless position, and had even gone as far as harming him to satisfy her own twisted desires.
Veronica couldn't remember the last time she had felt this much anger. And if not for the sudden interruption, she wouldn't have trusted herself with Ava's life.
She would have killed her today. And she would have found relief, even a grim sense of elation, in doing so.
"Headmaster?" Ava's voice carried clear shock as she stared at the old man who had appeared out of nowhere.
The man who stood atop a container possessed a commanding presence that seemed to still the very air, halting the chaos that had lingered just moments ago.
