<h4>Chapter 393: 393-The Trap Of Character</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    We were headed to the hall to speak to the ringleaders and find out what was going on with Clementine and why she was not back yet.


    In the middle of it, we were stopped when their head squad appeared in front of us. They instantly shook their hands toward us, letting us know that they had no luck finding out about Clementine either.


    "So she’s just gone?" Mira questioned, her voice unsteady.


    I felt a fire inside me that I had to keep under control. There were many reasons for it. One was that I did not know if I would ever have a chance with Clementine, the way Troy and Ian were always one step ahead of the others, iming her.


    It felt like I would never get to be with her. Because of that, I had to make sure she knew that I was waiting for her. But for that to happen, she needed toe back, and if she did not, I was willing to jump over the fence to be with her.


    Even if I had to invade the train and operate it myself, I would do it.


    We reached the hall and found that none of the ringleaders were there.


    For a few minutes, we wandered around the campus trying to find one of them to have a conversation, but it seemed they were all avoiding us, or maybe hiding from us.


    We decided to go to our rooms, but we nned to stay together in one room. Then we would figure out what to do next. However, I was very anxious, so instead of going into the room, I decided to walk to the ground. For some reason, I had a feeling that I should not have.


    After a few seconds of walking in silence, I started to hear some rustling around me. I knew for a fact that someone was either following me, or I was following someone.


    I stopped in my tracks and looked around, my hands on my waist.


    Then, for some reason, when I turned to my left, toward the open side of the ground that was away from the academy, I noticed someone digging a hole in the ground.


    I did not have to think twice about who it was. Her hair and her appearance gave it away. It was Oriana.


    I knew she was up to something when she was sitting there all by herself, digging a hole in the ground and talking to herself.


    "All I need to do is just use this," she uttered, making me frown as I steadily approached her.


    I wanted to make sure I heard what she was talking about. I did not want her to start plotting or nning again.


    "This will surely kill her. But I need to make sure that this time the job is done," she chuckled to herself.


    As I reached behind her, I peeked over her shoulder and saw her holding a dagger. It was not just any dagger. It had arge, round, circr handle.


    However, the way she was sitting made me feel like she was not well. She kept falling back. Her knees were shaking badly. I could not tell what was wrong with her.


    At that point, she had realized that I was there.


    "What the fuck are you doing?" I grunted as I snatched the dagger, or at least tried to.


    She held on to the handle while I grabbed the sharp side. It cut through my skin, but I did not stop until I forcefully took it away from her.


    She stood up, watching me with a pale face and empty eyes. I could already tell she was sick. Her lips were dry, but it did not make sense. She had been fine a few hours ago.


    "Give it back to me. It is mine," she said, raising her hand, which was shaking so badly she could barely stand. She made sure her legs were spread apart to keep herself upright.


    I did not know what was wrong, but my senses kept telling me to step away from her or call for help. Still, the dagger in my hand made me stop and confront her first.


    "After everything that happened, you are still going after Clementine?" I yelled, watching her close her eyes. She did not look very alert or present.


    "Please give it back to me," she requested, making me stare at her in disbelief.


    "Come on, let’s go. I am taking you to the headmaster," I told her. "This is it. You have to inform him where you got this dagger from."


    I finally had enough. I grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away, but that was when she began to resist. She started to scratch my arm, my chest, everywhere she could reach.


    "Stop it, Oriana," I yelled at her, turning around to grab both her arms and shake her. "Clementine had been your friend. If you had not betrayed her like this, you would have been treated with much more respect by now."


    I yelled in her face, trying to make her understand that all the animosity she had toward Clementine was baseless.


    I knew for a fact that it was not love or rivalry that made her act this way. She just wanted protection. If she had been kind enough, we all would have protected her.


    I was sure even Clementine would have done right by her.


    But when Oriana did not even blink or frown and only stared at me nkly, I started to feel goosebumps all over my skin.


    "You know what? When you screamed at me earlier and warned me to stay away from your perfect little princess, I realized that fighting her or her mates is baseless. Trying to attack her is stupid," she remarked softly.


    There was a strange smirk on her face that made me narrow my eyes at her, trying to gather my thoughts and understand where she was going with this.


    "Have you lost your mind?" I finally asked her, hissing, and she started to snicker.


    "As a matter of fact, I just realized who I need to attack," she replied. The moment she said that, a strange smile formed on her lips.