Page 4 of Take My Throne

“All right, you lot.” Mr Pilkington addresses the crowd of students who’ve gathered round to watch the drama. “Move along now. You’re late for class. Stick around here and I’ll be giving detentions to each and every one of you.”

There’s a lot of grumbling and muttering as the students disperse to go off to their lessons. I stay where I am, worried about Romy.

“You can go in the ambulance with him if you like,” offers Mr Pilkington gently. “I can imagine how you must be feeling right now. You’ve been through a lot this past week or so.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” I mutter.

A siren can be heard wailing in the distance, getting louder and louder. Not longer after, a few paramedics come rushing through the Academy doors.

They worked efficiently, clearly used to cleaning up clashes between the Houses and knowing that there is more than their jobs on the line if anything happened to one of the heirs. As they bundle Romy onto a stretcher to get him into the ambulance, Romy’s eyes open. He reaches out towards me.

“I love you, Ivy, and I will save you.”

He passes out before I can reply. Before I can tell him I love him too.

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