“Enough,” Marcus said, his voice carrying a quiet authority that sent a shiver through those watching. “I’m not here to fight. But I won’t be bullied, either.”

For a moment, Bradley hesitated, thrown off balance by Marcus’s unexpected strength and composure. The cafeteria watched, breath held, waiting to see what Bradley would do. But something in Marcus’s unwavering gaze caused Bradley to falter.

With a forced laugh, Bradley pulled his hand back, trying to save face. “Whatever, man,” he said, attempting to sound indifferent. “This place isn’t worth my time, anyway.”