Teacher Simon stood in the open clearing, his eyes moving slowly over the group of students spread out in front of him.
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves overhead, casting patchy shadows on the grass.
"The one who loses clears the toilets," he said in that steady voice of his, "and the one who wins gets one favor from me."
The words barely left his mouth before the whole class erupted into cheers. Students were clapping, laughing, and shoving each other lightly, their faces lit up like they had just won the lottery.
Getting a personal favor from a national-level hunter was the kind of thing most of them only dreamed about. Liam watched it all from the edge of the group. He shook his head, keeping his expression neutral.
These guys had no idea. They were treating Simon like some kind of hero, but Liam knew the truth. This was the same man who would be the first to sell out humanity the second the walls fell.
