Ethan's fingers curled into fists so tight, he felt the skin along his knuckles stretch taut. His pulse thundered in his ears. But he forced himself to stay calm. Sienna did not really matter that much to him, but that did not mean he would sit by idly and let everyone walk all over her.
If he did not react today, then they were going to keep doing it again. And again. And again. That was how people like Damon operated—testing boundaries until they found no resistance, then pushing harder until nothing was left but bruises and silence.
Ethan wasn't about to give them that satisfaction. Not because of some grand sense of justice, but because he can. He was all aware of the rules of the academy by now. Anything goes in the dungeon. This was why these lowlives were forcing him to come to the dungeon.
There were no records inside the dungeon, and each student essentially entered at their own risk.
