Liam's P.O.V.
I didn't know what came over me.
One second, I was standing in the hallway, drowning in the hushed whispers of students murmuring about the enforcers and also Mai's beautiful voice. The next, something primal and unshakable took over.
Then, my fist connected with Mr. Dawson's face.
A sickening crack echoed through the corridor, sharp and final.
He staggered back, his hand flying to his jaw, his eyes blown wide with disbelief. Gasps surged through the crowd like a shockwave, a ripple of stunned silence before the chaos. Every gaze locked onto me, but I didn't care.
My entire body vibrated with fury, my breath ragged, my fists still clenched. One punch wasn't enough. Not even close. He deserved more—so much more.
The enforcers barely had time to process what had happened. Their hands were still gripping Dawson's arms when the moment shattered.
"Get him out of here," the lead enforcer barked.
