The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 29

School Drama-3

Each step toward the door felt like a gamble.

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Once in the hallway, she didn’t run-but she moved quickly, head down, senses stretched thin. She could almost feel eyes on her, feel the moment when they would realize she was gone. That she was not taking the school shuttle bus or walk back home

The parking lot came into view.

Almost there.

Almost safe.

Her lungs burned as she scanned the rows of cars, searching desperately-

And then she saw her mother’s car pulling in.

Iva’s senses were stretched to their absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming, every sound amplified. The world felt too sharp, too loud, as if danger itself had taken form behind her.

Then she felt it.

A sudden disturbance in the air. Heavy footsteps. Aggression spiking like a blade.

Her heart lurched.

She looked back.

Mark.

He was running toward her, his face twisted with fury, long strides eating the distance between them far too fast. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey that had slipped the trap.

“Oh no. No, no, no-”

Adrenaline surged through her veins.

Iva hurried her steps, her breath coming in short, frantic pulls. The parking lot suddenly felt endless, her legs heavy despite her will to move faster. She could hear him now-his boots striking the pavement, the growl of his breath, the raw intent rolling off him in suffocating waves.

He’s going to catch me.

Her fingers fumbled as she reached the car, terror sharpening her movements. The handle. Where is the handle-

Mark was almost on her.

With a desperate gasp, she yanked the door open and threw herself inside the passenger seat, slamming it shut with all the strength she had left.

The impact echoed.

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< School Drams.

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Mark skidded to a stop, barely avoiding crashing into the side of the car. His chest heaved, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

For a split second, their eyes met through the window.

Pure poison burned in his gaze.

Then Rana turned her head.

Her presence hit the space like ice water.

Mark froze.

The rage drained from his face so quickly it was almost comical, replaced by sudden stiffness and poorly masked panic. He straightened, swallowing hard, and lowered his eyes.

“S-sorry, Mrs. Rana,” he whispered, his voice tight and respectful, nothing like the predator from seconds

ago.

Rana’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing, the quiet authority of a Gamma female who had seen far too much in her life.

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