Jono stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He could tell just by looking at the pulsing vein in Sylan's forehead that the senior was beyond mere annoyance; he was furious. There was a specific, predatory look in Sylan's eyes that signaled a clear ultimatum: follow orders, or get hit.
Left with no viable alternative, Jono decided to swallow his pride and follow the athlete back toward the business department lecture halls. His mind raced, trying to find some shred of logic to comfort himself.
'He wouldn't actually do anything in broad daylight, would he?' Jono thought, his palms sweating. 'I mean, we're at a prestigious university. There are professors in every hallway, security guards at the gates, and hundreds of witnesses. Everyone here is an adult. If he tries anything, people will just report him to the police or the dean.'
