CHAPTER 77
WINTER
Zion’s eyes burned into mine, a fiery, murderous look that made my skin prickle. His jaw clenched tightly as if he was seconds away from snapping.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he turned toward the crowded hallway and growled one word, his voice low and dangerous.
“Leave.”
It was like the word carried some unspoken power because the crowd scattered immediately, students retreating like frightened mice. Their laughter and chatter from moments ago were now replaced with the nervous rustling of shoes against the tile floor. The hallway emptied faster than I thought possible, leaving only Zion, Ronald, Clark—and me.
I turned on my heel, ready to slip away, my heart pounding in my chest. But before I could take a single step, Zion’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a grip that was both firm and unyielding.
“Not you,” he said coldly, pulling me back toward him.
I tried to twist free, but his fingers only tightened around my wrist like a steel trap. I looked up at him, my pulse quickening. His hazel eyes were blazing now, filled with barely contained fury.
“You’ve pushed your luck far enough, Snowflake,” Zion growled, pulling me closer so that I was standing toe-to-toe with him. “You think you can just throw shit at me and walk away?”
My breath hitched as I tried to pull my wrist free again, but it was useless. His grip only seemed to grow stronger. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ronald and Clark standing like statues, their eyes fixed on me, their glares sharp enough to cut through glass.
Ronald crossed his arms, his muscles practically bursting through his shirt, a dark smirk playing on his face. “An apple? She doesn’t know when to quit.”
Clark chuckled low under his breath, muttering, “Yeah, bold move... though it was kinda funny.”
I thought, just maybe, I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes—until Zion shot him a lethal glare, instantly erasing any trace of humour from his face.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way Zion’s gaze kept flicking back to me as if he was deciding just how much he’d make me pay. The tension in the hallway was suffocating.
“She has no idea what she’s just done,” Clark said, his voice carrying an edge that made my stomach twist. “Zion doesn’t let things like this slide.”
Ronald nodded slowly, his smirk widening as his cold gaze drifted over to me. “Maybe this time, she’ll learn who’s really in charge around here.”
Each word sent a chill through me, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. Their low, venomous laughter echoed in the empty hall, drowning out my quickening breath. I knew they wanted me to hear every word, to feel the weight of the threat lurking behind their cold expressions.
As I met Zion’s gaze, seeing the silent promise of revenge simmering in his eyes, one thought hit me like a punch to the gut: I’d made a huge mistake.
“Let me go,” I snapped, trying to sound braver than I felt. I yanked at my wrist again, but Zion only pulled me closer, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Let you go?” Zion's voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was a deadly edge to it. He leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. “You just humiliated me in front of half the college, Snowflake. Did you think I’d let that slide?”
I clenched my jaw, my chest rising and falling with a mix of fear and fury. “You had it coming. It was just a small apple, not like I threw a rock or anything that could hurt you.”
Zion’s smirk faltered for a split second before it was replaced with something far darker. He lowered his face until his nose almost brushed mine, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper. “Apple or not, you’re going to pay for that, and trust me—you’re not going to like how."
My stomach twisted as dread gnawed at the edges of my nerves. I could see Ronald and Clark closing in, their faces a mirror of Zion’s malice. Zion’s hand slid up my arm, keeping me trapped against him, his body like a wall.
“You think you can just walk around here, defying me? Acting like you’re untouchable?” Zion’s voice was soft now, but the venom in it was unmistakable. “No, Winter. You’re gonna learn what happens when you cross me.”
I could feel the tension building in the air, the heat of Zion’s anger seeping into my skin. Ronald took a step closer, cracking his knuckles while Clark stayed back, his gaze locked on mine with a dark gleam.
I swallowed hard, refusing to show fear, though every instinct screamed at me to run. “I’m not afraid of you,” I shot back, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me.
Zion’s smirk widened, his hand still gripping my arm. “You should be.”
In one swift motion, he spun me around, forcing my back against the cold lockers. His body pressed against mine, trapping me in place as his face hovered inches from mine. Ronald and Clark loomed behind him like silent enforcers, waiting for his command.
“You’ve pushed me too far, Snowflake,” Zion whispered, his voice dripping with menace.
“And now, I’m gonna push back.”
Zion’s grip tightened for a moment longer, his eyes flickering with something dark and dangerous before he slowly released me. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he hissed, “Enjoy the rest of your day, Snowflake. It’ll be the last peaceful one you have for a while. I’ll make sure of that.”
He straightened up, his glare lingering on me for a beat longer, then turned on his heel. Ronald and Clark flanked him, both shooting me final looks—Ronald’s was filled with malice, while Clark’s was more calculating like he was already planning how they’d make my life hell. Zion strode away, the two of them falling in line behind him like loyal dogs.
I stood frozen, swallowing hard as they disappeared down the hall, their footsteps echoing ominously. My pulse was still racing, and my body was stiff with tension. I cursed under my breath, wishing I could’ve just let Zion go, let him get the last word. But no. I had to lose it and throw the damn apple. Stupid. So stupid.
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