Chapter 18: Betelgeuse (2)

“I was wondering where that burn came from. Tell me. Now.” “T-Tybalt Lindsay.” Rowen’s instincts warned him that he was in immediate danger, and he could no longer keep quiet. His own life was at stake. He had no loyalty to an upperclassman he had never particularly liked. “Tybalt Lindsay,” Ferken repeated through harsh breaths, as though chewing the name to pieces. Rowen suddenly grew afraid. “You’re not going to kill him, are you?” He tried to make the question sound like a joke, but Ferken said nothing. Good grief. The mad bastard wouldn’t even deny it!