Bishop’s face turned ashen. He shook his head, aghast. They were all thinking the same thing. Liam was a lone man entering the lion’s den. He had little chance of returning. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Principal King asked. Quinn touched the thick, itchy scab on her lip. She wasn’t ashamed of it. It was a battle scar. A sign to everyone that she’d survived that fight and would survive the next one, too. She straightened her shoulders and met Hannah’s gaze. “He asked me not to. He said you would try to stop him, that even though it was the right move, you wouldn’t want him to do it.”
