Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission

air burned her lungs like swallowed glass. She

to trip her with every heavy step she took. Her muscles, a

, Julian stood rigid. His jaw clenched so h

away in the dark. His hands balled into tight fis

of the first lap, Julian abruptly broke fo

instantly. "Get back in line

an. His tall frame radiated a chilling, undeniable autho

ut loud enough for the ent

ldn't be

o Julian's space. "You are dangerously

down. He looked Don

late," Julian stated

e freshman class. The dead silence b

horror. Her nails dug painfully into her own arms,

g. She turned around, her eyes widening in panic a

t across the field, her voice

s eyes locked on Donovan. "Punish the supp

red. He was furious at this blatant challenge to

ian, getting inches from his fa

r at the muddy track. "You ru

eavy, warm jacket and tossed it casually over the dry woo

n. But Donovan suddenly raised his mega

onovan announced cruelly, "you will sha

her hands. She realized Julian had just made

tanding on the track. A slight, complete

"You are an absolute idiot for ste

e did something that made the

er shade of purple as he took a threatening step forward. Julian didn't even flinch. He calmly finished double-knotting the laces securely. He rose back to his full height, wiping the mud from his hands onto his pants w

subservient care from the icy, unto

ck her eyes. Her entire body shook with a jealo

e mud from his hands onto his p

o Sloane. "Pace yourself," he told

, screaming at them to start mov

side by side into the darkness,