“Apologize,” Ronda demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Trevor swallowed hard, the defiance he had worn like armor crumbling under the pressure of the moment. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes darting away.

Ronda nodded, satisfied but not appeased. “I’ll be speaking with the principal about this,” she warned, turning to leave with La Kea. “And remember, there’s always someone stronger.”