"Zia, I'm leaving. I probably won't be back until midnight. I still have to finish my piece," Imogen said, grabbing the keys to our dorm room.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Stay safe, boo," I replied distractedly while I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to stop thinking about what happened three days ago at the party and how I was still avoiding Deck.
It was the first time I saw him that violent. I was well aware that he was trained in fighting and all that, but I've never really witnessed him using those skills outside of practice matches. Was I mad at him? At first, yes. Professor Nero was bleeding and covered in bruises after the beating he received. I couldn't find any reason why Deck had to do what he did. However, I knew Deck wouldn't just execute gratuitous violence, so he must've som
