Bree reached out her hand, attempting to stop Kai, but she was too slow.
She could only watch him run back to the dormitory with his hands covering his crotch.
Anger struck her almost instantly—but it wasn't showing clearly. She did not make a sudden snap, nor did her face contort into a hideous one. Bree only lowered her arm—stood completely still for a good second and bent down to take her and Kai's uniforms from the ground.
"You know," She said lightly—while picking the uniform up from the ground. Her voice was calm as usual, but there was an edge to it now. "You are really starting to get on my nerves. I don't get why you're pestering me like this."
Bree hung the uniforms on her forearm and turned to face Matilda.
Her gaze is as sharp as a blade.
