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CHAPTER 45
~Dristan's POV~
The hot water scalded my back relentlessly but not nearly enough to burn away the storm spinning inside me.
I stood beneath the stream in the training center locker room, letting the water pour down my face, arms and shoulders—every part of me was tense and coiled like a beast ready to snap.
The meeting with Principal Whitmore replayed over and over in my head like a curse.
The others had been dismissed after the disciplinary rundown. Ash and Ace got off with cleaning duty, two weeks of lockdown, and removal from any elite competition until further notice. That was laughable.
But for me and Xade? We got the brunt.
**Flashback**
"Your leadership status is on probation," Whitmore had snapped, glaring at both of us like we were delinquent toddlers, not Guild Leaders.
