Nathan grinned at her comment.”I wouldn’t be surprised if they hold the detention in either of those places, Rylee. It be better to have their hands full with them, we want them distracted. Remember?” The side of his lips turned up. For those who knew him personally, that could only mean one thing. Trouble.

“You like running that much?”He made a face at her. Nathan couldn’t care less for them. It wasn’t like he was bad at running. He just couldn’t do it everyday. ”I’m sick of running. I’m sick of hearing the old man’s voice in my head. I have no appetite to even sit in the great hall with him at the staff table. All the privileges you love suddenly taken away from you. Don’t you feel angry? Frustrated? Upset?” He questioned her.

He has had it with the old man regime. He didn’t like to be stepped on by people with their so-called authority. It made him want to punch things he shouldn’t be punching. How ironic. He has never been a violent person. But sometimes his temper has its own ways of breaking through.