HANNAH
The school's hallway had never seemed so long because I had a lot on my mind I wanted to unload on Edward. Yet it was so short because, frankly, I didn't want to be there, having this awkward conversation with him.
We walked past my classroom. The doors were closed. I could hear the math teacher droning on about deriving a formula. Every other student had returned to class, but the Lycan Queen had something else in mind for me.
She had given me a steady stare. Without breaking eye contact, she had beckoned to Edward.
"You and Hannah have to talk," she had said in a tone that brooked no argument. "Do it now."
And then she had marched off with the principal, her guards falling into line beside and behind her.
So here we were, Edward and I, walking the halls yet not saying anythi
