Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
He had just entered the corridor outside the Great Hall when he saw a door open and Sir Phillip Gifford straggling out, holding his hand over his hip. Not dead, then. At least not yet. Rage unlike any Alex had ever experienced flashed through him like a lightning bolt. It didn’t build or grow, it didn’t give him time to think or rationalize, it was just there. Dominating. Permeating. Clouding his vision in a red haze. Gifford barely made it out of the room before Alex’s fist to his jaw sent him soaring back into it.
