Elysia walked silently.
She brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and exhaled softly.
"Well, well… if it isn't the academy's favorite genius."
Elysia stopped. Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned around.
Behind were four other students—his group members—each one smirking.
Elysia said. "What do you want?"
He pushed off the wall, walking toward her slowly.
One of them said, "I'm going to teach these juniors a lesson," he said.
One of his teammates—a tall boy with a scar under his left eye—cracked his knuckles and grinned.
"Finally. I've been waiting to put her in her place."
"Let's take this inside," another one said.
She stepped back slightly. "I'm not interested in fighting you. Move aside."
But Ethan's group had already surrounded her.
Their grins widened as they closed the circle.
"Sorry," said the scarred boy. "But the senior says you need a lesson."
"Five against one," she said softly, her voice edged with disbelief.
