“Well?” Jackson says, his voice low, and I flinch again – god, that’s getting annoying – as I snap my head up to look at him. He gestures towards the head table. “Hand in your test.”
“Um,” I say, and then another chair scrapes in the room. Someone else is finished too, and headed this way. “You take it,” I say, making a snap decision and nodding towards it.
“You finished first,” he growls, taking a menacing step towards me.
I shock myself by holding my ground. “Just turn in your test, Jackson,” I growl, looking up into his eyes, starting to get pissed. Because if one of us doesn’t do it, whoever finished next certainly will.
Jackson comes to the same conclusion that I do at the same moment, seeing the next candidate walking towards us. He snaps his gaze to me for a moment and then tur
