Page 113 of The Wolf Prince

I'm hurt. I'm worried. I'm pissed off at Grimm. At Dora. At Wulfy. I'm pissed off at myself.

And I am suddenly very, very tired of being the teacher everyone thinks they can walk all over.

I set down the vial in my hand.

“Finish the assignment or everyone fails.”

Twenty-two pairs of eyes widen.

Huh.

Apparently I have a tone. Good to know.

“And do not touch anything labeled red, orange, or Dear Goddess, No. I'll be back.”

One brave hand rises.

“Professor Daniels?”

“What?”

The hand immediately lowers.

“Never mind.”

Smart kid.

I yank open the classroom door.

Randall and Evangeline are about to discover something the rest of the Royal Academy apparently already knows.

Professor Daniels is easy.

Until she isn't.

I march outside.

Yep.

I am marching.

Look at me. Headed towards a confrontation instead of hiding from one.

I check behind the gym first.

Nothing.

Then the greenhouse.

Nothing.

Finally, I hear shouting behind the equipment shed.

“Evangeline?”

A shriek answers me.

Oh, Goddess.