Sallie's POV
I finally managed to take in my surroundings. The place looked like an abandoned construction site—debris scattered everywhere, not another soul around.
I found myself bound to a chair. The knots were tied in a way I recognized all too well. And the person standing before me? Someone I knew far better than I wished.
Such an unremarkable face—the kind you'd walk past on the street without a second glance. But I'd memorized every detail of those features.
Back at St. Chaim Reform Academy, whenever we students crossed the line, the teachers delivered swift punishment. The man in front of me had been one of those who kept us in check.
Even though I'd suspected his identity the moment that familiar sedative scent hit my nostrils, seeing him actually standing there sent an uncontrollable wave of terror through me.
After escaping St. Chaim Reform Academy, I'd repeated the same mantra over and over: You don't have to fear that place anymore. You're never going back.
