I slammed the door behind me hard enough that the sound echoed down the hallway.
Fuck Blair Davenport.
Fuck her money and her threats and her goddamn psycho breakdown about losing her emotional support assistant.
And fuck Misato for standing there like a statue while her best friend tried to bribe me into sabotaging my own team.
My feet carried me down the stairs. Fast. Not running but close.
The rage burning through my chest felt better than the exhaustion from weight training. Better than the guilt about Belle and Naomi. Better than the constant pressure of a death timer I couldn't tell anyone about.
I reached the ground floor and shoved through the exit doors into the warm evening air.
The campus stretched out in front of me. Perfectly manicured lawns. Expensive buildings. Ocean views in three directions.
I started walking. Nowhere specific. Just forward.
