rage spills out of my gut and through my arms and down to my hand, which curls into a fist and makes a beeline for his jaw. I catch the shock on his face before he grabs my hand. “What the fuck?” he spits. I try to snatch my hand back, but he refuses to let it go. “You’re all the same,” I hiss back, feeling my hand tremble against his palm. I yank it back again, but he curls his fingers tighter around my bones. “All you boys from that stupid school, you’re all the same.” “Aurora, what the hell—” “Let go of me,” I demand,
