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“So, what do you want me to do?” Headmaster Brenton asked, leaning into his large chair and blinking at Zayne, who sat opposite him.

“It seemed like you didn’t hear what I said,” Zayne said, confusion heavy in his voice.

‘This is a waste of time,’ Layla squirmed on her spot in one of the couches in his office. ‘The headmaster will obviously not care even if they try to kill me.’

“I did. You said Ms. Dele was almost raped by four second-year students, and Ms. Wilde planned it.” He droned, placing his hand over his lips and stifling a small yawn. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“What do you mean by what do I want you to do?” Zayne replied as his entire body turned tense, holding back the anger. “You’re supposed to punish them. Expel them.”

“You’re telling me to expel five promising students because of the Child of Darkness. That’s highly unreasonable. I—”

“Unreasonable! You’re telling me you’re going to let a bunch of rapists walk around the school scot-free?” He growled, his rage bubb