"I can explain," Azrael said, his voice was full of fear and panic."I didn't do anything. I even apologized. It was Aelira's fault."
Ilythia's crimson eyes narrowed. "Apologized?" she repeated, her voice was a low and dangerous. "You think a simple apology erases the consequences of your actions?"
She took a step closer, looming over him. "Let me be perfectly clear, boy. I do not care if you fight in the halls. I do not care if you end up beaten in a ditch or even if you die there. But you dragged Selyne into this."
He pushed himself up, rubbing his raw throat. "She was the one who dragged me! If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have even been near that mess."
"It doesn't matter who started it!" Ilythia snapped. "What matters is the outcome. And right now, the entire academy is buzzing. Do you have any idea what the rumors are saying?"