Page 73 of Reign By Wrath

I drew ahead, plowing down the path he was clearing for me. I had no idea where I was going. Half the school was on my back, and whatever building I tried to duck inside or behind, they’d see.

So let them see.

Veering left, I sprinted flat out across the lawn and up the steps. The executive administrator jumped out of her seat when I ran in.

“What the— Excuse me, miss— What are you all doing?” she shouted at my angry mob. “Stop running!”

I dove into the stairwell, running up and up and up. My lungs were liquid fire. I wheezed more than I breathed, but I didn’t let go of the phone. No matter what happened, I would never let go of the phone.

“Give it up, Sinclair!” someone shouted. “We’ve all got our own shit to fight. I’m not lying down for yours.”

A sharp grunt, then he was silent. I guessed Victor proved him wrong. He lay flat on his ass.

Almost there, almost—

I burst out onto the floor and didn’t pause for a second. Ripping open the door, I skidded into the dean’s office—sending the man’s coffee cup flying.

“What on earth—? What is the meaning of this?!”

The five guys chasing me ground to a halt, colliding just inches from the threshold. The looks on their faces brought a smile to mine. Victor caught up and threw them back.

“Go on,” he barked. “She just saved your asses because if you had laid a finger on her, I’d have broken every last one.”

I relaxed as he forced them back. The dean was spouting some nonsense, but I took a minute to catch my breath.

“Excuse me, Dean,” I gasped. “Didn’t mean to burst in on you like this. There’s just something I have to tell you and it couldn’t wait.”

The dean furiously dabbed the massive coffee stain on his white designer shirt. “What would that be?”

“Last year, you expelled Winter Sinclair for making a supposed false rape allegation.”

The dean stilled in the middle of removing his tie.

I squeezed the phone tight. “Start praying for forgiveness now because the truth is coming out.”

Chapter Seven

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