Well, we shall see.
We. Shall. See.
I’m nothing if not adaptable.
I adapted when he became my guardian. I adapted when he sent me here and I’m going to adapt now as well.
I mean once I get over this anger inside of me.
Nodding, I say, “Well, welcome to St. Mary’s.” A pause. “Mr. Marshall. Oops, Principal Marshall. I think it’s going to be a fun summer.”
“Yeah?”
“Totally. I’m going to make it so.”
His features that have been all cool and blank so far, ripple with something. A mix of both amusement and challenge before he throws me a short nod. “I look forward to it.”
Me too.
I look forward to making his life hell.
Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Just wait and watch, Alaric fucking Marshall.