Page 26 of My Demon Teacher
“You shouldn’t have messed with my boy, Byron. Now you’ll pay.”
Byron starts crawling backward, but no matter how far he goes, there’s no escaping my hellcat and me. He’s got no option but to let Yu-jin go. Perhaps if he does quickly, I’ll spare him.
Emphasis on perhaps.
“So? What’s it going to be, Mr. Byron?” Brim roars for effect, and I glare at the bastard who dared touch my man.
“No. You can’t…I…” Brim raises her paw and the claws come out.
She starts to bring them down on his thigh, but…they never land. They just stay there mid-air, frozen. One moment, she was alive and threatening, and the next, she’s turned into…a living statue.
“What have you?—”
“Oh my God, Alan!” someone says behind me, and I turn to find another guy.
His long dark curls fall in front of his face as he’s kneeling over the dead guy, so I can’t read his face or see if I recognize him from my classes yesterday.
But if he’s here, that means he’s Byron’s accomplice, and he will die today too.
“Watch out, Vincent!” Ryan Byron shouts.
I leap across the room in two steps just as the new guy, Vincent, snaps around. I reach for his neck, but I pause. My entire body just…stops, and I cannot move it. I can’t even blink.
“Oh my God, Ryan. What the fuck happened? Alan is dead?” The guy gives me an arrogant once-over and steps out of my peripheral vision.
“Yeah, he killed him. He…resigned just so he could kill us. He’s deranged.”
I’m the deranged one? Not the guy who hurt and trapped his classmate so he could abuse his power.?
When I get out of this… Oh, there will be hell to pay. Real, pure hell. No salvation for these brats. No escape.
“Oh God. Oh God. Ryan! For fuck’s sake. You didn’t say this was going to happen.”
“Get your head screwed on straight, idiot. How was I supposed to know?”
I hear a slap, and the tension keeping me trapped releases me. I turn around to face the little shits and growl.
Vincent, the time witch, is holding his head.
“Ouch. That hurt, idiot.”
Ryan glares at me.
“Cry about it later. Freeze him. Freeze him again.”
Vincent lets go of his head and stretches his hands. One in my direction, the other in Brim’s, and we both stop again, stuck in time.
Byron sighs in relief.
“You dickhead. You know I can lose my concentration if you touch me. What’s wrong with you?” Vincent slaps Byron back, and the bastard scoffs. “Are you ready?”
Byron moves a rug underneath them and reveals a chalk circle etched on the hardwood floor.
No. No. Not again. They’re not doing this again.
“Where are the others?” Vincent asks.
“Screw the others. We need to do this now before you lose focus again and let them go.”