These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary’s Rebels 3)

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.