Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 75

rose, boots whisper-soft on the floorboards, and opened the door a crack. Cage stood at the base of the stairwell, looking like he’d spent

the night arguing with fate and losing. His hair was rumpled, dark circles dug deep beneath his eyes, and there was that familiar insolent

curl to his mouth. He slammed his fist against the wood again, a harsh, impatient rhythm.

“Dude, can you not?” I called down.

He looked up at me, his scowl immediate. “Where’s Rivers?” he snapped.

I shrugged, careful, not wanting to give him anything. “Don’t know. Probably out enjoying her weekend somewhere.”