boys.
I hesitated, wondering if I was supposed to let her deal with school bullies, or if this was my cue to be the adult and yell at them about manners.
âGet out of our way,â Sabine said, hands going on hips. âYou lot arenât even supposed to be on school grounds. Iâm going to tell the Headmistress.â
The boys exchanged uncertain looks. Then the narrow door swung open and a kid walked out, wrapping a long object in a hessian bag. He was smaller than his buddies, but his pale yellow eyes held a certain authority and the others snapped to attention.
âKalin,â Sabine gasped. âWhat are you doing here? You were told never to come here again.â
The kid shrugged the hessian bag onto his shoulder and didnât answer. An uneasy sensation rolled through me but I was at a loss for what to do. It didnât feel right to draw steel against a group of kids. I felt as if Iâd been whisked back in time to when I was a chubby girl who always got picked on. With my white hair mistakenly marking me a Witch Hunter, the school children had been merciless. Iâd learned to defend myself, both verbally and physically, but the memory still cast faint horror through me. Then I got over it.
âIs Lady Poulter back there?â I asked him.
Kalin shrugged. âDidnât see her.â
âSure you didnât,â I said. âNow, how about you boys do the right thing and run along.â
Kalinâs yellow eyes roamed up and down my body. âWhat do we have here? Bit of mutton dressed as lamb?â
âHey! Just how old do you think I am?â
âToo old for school, thatâs for sure.â
âIâm not too old for anything,â I said, then stopped when I realised I wasnât making sense. âLook, just get out of my way.â
âThis is Lora Blackgoat,â Sabine said. âSheâs a Runner working for Lady Poulter, so you better move.â
A muscle around each of Kalinâs yellow eyes twitched. âIâve heard of you. The Witch Hunter who isnât a Witch Hunter. Whatever does that old bitch need a Runner for?â
âMissing cat,â I said. âYou wouldnât know anything about that, would you?â
âLose her precious kitty, did she?â Kalinâs lips parted in a nasty smile, exposing alarmingly grey teeth. I suddenly noticed flecks of blood on his chin and neck, and registered that he didnât quite fit the bill for impressive shaving nicks. Kalin saw something in my face and his smile widened. My fingers fumbled at my belt, but then my arms were grabbed and twisted. Too late, I realised one of Kalinâs goons had snuck around behind me.
âSon of a ââ I struggled, but the hold just tightened. I couldnât believe I was about to get into a fight. It was like the ghost of school past come back to haunt me.
âYou shouldnât get involved in things that donât concern you, Runner.â Kalin adjusted the bag on his shoulder.
âLook kidâ¦Iâm pretty sure Iâm already destined to spend eternity in the Pit. Doesnât bother me if I add beating up children to my sins.â
Kalin grinned at one of his friends. âGive her some school spirit, why donât you.â
The big guy approached me, fists curling. Sabine grabbed at his arms.
âYou leave her alone,â she cried.
The guy gave her a shove and Sabine sprawled back into the dirt.
âReal tough guy,â I snarled. âBeating up little girls.â
The one holding me yanked my arm up harder and I dropped my cane with a pained shout, right as a fist slammed into my stomach. Then I was free and I sank to the ground, trying to catch my breath. Boots entered my vision and someone crouched down beside me.
âI have no idea what he sees in you,â Kalin whispered. âThe old man must be blind.â
Then the boots were gone. After a moment, I could breathe
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