THE BATTLEFIELD.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. My breath hitches in my throat, as I watch Lucien and Ace stare each other down. The air suddenly feels still, their aura suffocating me, and I’m sure everyone else in here. My fingers dig into my palm, as I bite my lower lip. All of a sudden, the presence of someone else has me gripping my chest in fright. “Oh!” I shriek, staring at the horsemen in surprise. Killian, and the guys smirk at me, unfazed by my fright. “You scared me.” I hiss, but they all flash me with their signature smirks. “Sorry, scholarship girl. We rushed down here to watch the show.” Theo says, sitting beside me on the seat Lucien once occupied. The other guys follow suit, taking their seats like the damn chairs were thrones fit for their kingly selves. “Show? Wait..how are you guys even here so fast?” I asked, it’d barely been five minutes since Lucien and Ace faced off. They had to be witches flying on horses for them to be on the other side of this huge ass school for them to already be h