Chapter 152 Aria

"Clear," Tessa murmured.

I didn't even have to look to my right to know she was sniffing the air near the vents. She was a weapon in a denim jacket, her eyes darting toward every slamming locker as if it were a gunshot.

"For the love of Pete, Tessa, it’s a high school hallway, not a war zone," I h...