The travel from the office to the rooftop was a blink of an eye. But students who saw us still managed to get few snapshots of us. It was when reached the rooftop that Razbill let go of me. And only because I abruptly struggled against his hold. Suddenly, I realized what we had done—what he had done.
In the heat of the moment, my hand flew to the air. It was my father's mark of assault embedded on his face that stopped my attempt at yet another assault.
He watched my hand in the air with usual vacancy. I was instantly shrouded with guilt and shame. I pursed my lips and brought it down to my side.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked.
He sighed and looked away. Walking further around the rooftop to dismiss the question. I gaped, dumbfounded. I even gave him some time to explain but there was
