"Just a troubled young man, nothing to be scared of." She encouraged herself.

Morwenna lunged forward with the agility of an athlete, grabbing the boy's wrist with a swift maneuver that left his fingers tingling and forced him to drop the knife. With the knife clattering to the floor, Morwenna swiftly pulled a curtain cord and tied the boy's hands together.

The boy was shocked. "What are you doing?"

Morwenna found a first aid kit in the room, dragged over a stool, and sat down in front of the boy to tend to his wounds.

The boy was furious and tried to resist.

"If you keep moving, I'll tie up your legs too," Morwenna said sternly.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Shortly thereafter, his legs were also bound.

"Jerk, don't touch me."

"How am I supposed to treat your wounds if I don't touch you?"

"Stop staring at me!"

glanced around, grabbed a large towel, and threw it over his head, covering his

was silent, his inability to see only made

threatened, "Keep

realizing he

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the book on the desk and

glare. "What are

you," Morwenna said earnestly. "Keep it

disgust he saw in others, expecting to be viewed as a freak. But all he saw was a teacher's displeasure with a problematic student. Morwenna had already started

paid. After all, she had professional

impress during this

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