None of us take kindly to being ordered around, and it’s plain disturbing to see Scythe following anyone’s direction. And here we are, at a school that’s supposed to tame us. It’s so funny I snort out loud and Xander gives me his ‘what the fuck’ look, glowing eyes flashing. We’re taken through a series of corridors to the tune of the lioness’ stilettos, the thumping of the guards’ steel-toed boots, and Xander’s Mongolian throat-singing from his headphones.
