She could feel their eyes on her, their alien gazes studying her with distaste. It made her skin tingle, the sensation like spiders crawling along her skin. Less than ten minutes in Bleavens High, and she already hated it. She held her head high, trying to ignore the blatant hostility. Her mother, Tranquility, had told her not to cause problems, to try to bend that Child of the Dusk pride she’d inherited from her father. She gave a mental snort of laughter. That wasn’t likely. The defiant had a shorter lifespan. She knew that better than anyone else did. The lesson had been branded into Mirage’s mind with the death of her father. The wound was still raw, and the two months since his murder had done nothing to soothe the burning hatred she had for the so-called Humanitarians. She could still hear the crackling fire; still see the playful flames that caressed her father’s skin as they told him to beg. She could still smell her father’s skin burn as he refused… Mirage stumbled at the force of the memory, pausing in the school hall and putting her hand on the wall to steady herself.
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