slouched against the lockers near the main doors, arms crossed, tattoos winding dark up his forearms and neck

whispering, tugging her friend's sleeve Don't look, don't look, just walk faster.

muttering back I don't know why they still let him in here. It's only a matter of time before—

hissing Shut up, he can probably hear you.

inside Ragnar's mind, laughing They're right to be scared, boy. You should see the look on their faces. Like sheep before a wolf.

silently, with a spike of irritation Shut it.

a chuckle, darker Maybe today I'll let you lose control. Just a little. See how fast they scream. See how fast she runs.

still, quieter Don't talk about her.