The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 27

School Dramat-

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School Drama-T

Mark moved first.

He lunged at her with a growl, all brute force and arrogance, convinced that she would crumble the second he touched her. But the moment his hand sliced through the air where her face had been a heartbeat earlier, something inside Iva snapped into place-cold, sharp, familiar.

Her training.

Years of dawns that started in pain, of bruised knuckles and burned lungs, of pushing herself until her vision blurred just to prove she was not weak.

She twisted sideways, dropped low, and rolled out of reach before his fingers could close around her again.

Mark froze for half a second, clearly not expecting that.

“What the-”

He came at her again, faster this time, anger flaring in his eyes. Iva ducked under his arm, her shoulder screaming in protest as she pivoted sharply and shoved him away with both hands. He stumbled, more shocked than hurt.

Ella shrieked from behind him. “Stop playing with her! Grab her!”

Her heart hammered so loudly she could hear it in her ears, but her body moved on instinct. Mark swung again. This time his fist clipped her shoulder, pain exploding down her arm, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She twisted, kicked out blindly, and felt her heel connect with his shin.

Mark roared.

Each second that passed, each strike she avoided, only fueled his rage. He was stronger-she knew that. He always had been. But she was faster, leaner, trained to endure.

He caught her wrist at last and slammed her against a bookshelf. The impact rattled the shelves, books raining down around them. Pain flared through her spine, stealing her breath, but she reacted before fear could paralyze her. She drove her knee upward hard, catching him in the stomach.

He grunted and loosened his grip.

That was all she needed.

She tore free and ran.

Her lungs burned as she sprinted through the library, shoes skidding on the polished floor, panic and adrenaline pushing her faster than she thought possible. She burst through the doors, sunlight blinding her for a split second-

-and slammed straight into a solid chest.

The impact jolted her entire body.

<School Dramet

Strong hands grabbed her shoulders instinctively to steady her, and the world seemed to pause.

Nick.

Her breath caught painfully as she looked up, shock flooding her senses.

And then it happened.

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The moment their chests collided, a sharp, electric sensation exploded between them-hot, crackling, undeniable. Sparks danced across her skin, not visible, but felt, sinking deep into her bones. Her heart stuttered, then raced wildly, as if trying to leap out of her chest and into his

Nick’s eyes widened.

For the first time since she could remember, there was no smirk on his face. No cruelty. Just raw, stunned disbelief as his fingers tightened reflexively on her arms.

“What the hell-” he breathed.

The red thread pulsed violently between them, bright and alive, tugging so hard it made her dizzy.

For one fragile second, Iva dared to hope.

Then Nick shoved her away.

She stumbled back, barely keeping her footing as the connection snapped painfully, leaving a hollow ache behind. His face hardened instantly, jaw clenching, eyes flashing with something dark and furious.

“Oh, I get it now,” he sneered loudly, making sure anyone nearby could hear. “This is another one of your tricks, huh?”

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