Chapter fifty six
(Cassandra's POV)
"Miss Jonas!"
I'm snapped back to the present by a shrill voice that causes a sharp shudder of irritation to run through me.
"What?!" I snarl in brief annoyance before I could stop myself.
A collective gasp sounds through the classroom and some of them even gape at me. The Lecturer's eyebrows are raised so high, they might as well have disappeared past her hairline.
"Excuse you!" She shrieks in indignation.
Her voice grates on my eardrums, making me cringe but this time, I'm able to clamp down the urge to tell her to shut up.
"I'm sorry," I apologize with a sigh.
"You should be," she says, arms akimbo with a prominent scowl on her face.
She's going to make some kind of speech now. I know that stance.