Dripping Red

Elodie’s POV

By the next morning, the tension was obvious.

Kiernan stalked through the school corridors like a dark storm cloud. He ignored his teammates and refused to look at the girls trying to catch his eye. His jaw remained locked tight, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Whispers chased him down the hall, spreading from locker to locker. Everyone noticed his bad mood.

Well, almost everyone.