Life didn't get easier. Crimson made it louder.
Hallway cleared as green uniforms approached. Nightthorn Order.Their leader confronted me."So, you chose red."
Adrian muttered: "Word travels fast."
"You wear their colors. That means protection. But protection has limits."
I crossed my arms. "We chose them because they treat us like humans, not chess pieces."
Her calm cracked."You're new," she said quietly. "You don't know how Black Hollow works."
"Then maybe it's time to learn," I replied.
A laugh. Approving.Red students gathered.
Lyra nodded. "Message received. Move."
Nightthorn hesitated, then smiled coldly."This isn't over. Thorns always grow back."
"Cool," I muttered. "I like gardening."
Students watched us. Crimson Oaths lined the hall, silent, sharp, attentive.
At the far end, standing relaxed, presence unmistakable: the president.
"Oh no," I muttered.Adrian whispered: "Please tell me that's not the dude you yelled at.""I wish it weren't," I whispered back.