Xena was leaning against the wall, her taut arms crossed firmly over her chest. It was Battle Brief, a class she loathed purely because of the lies*

She raised her hand, scratching at the rebellion relic tattooed on the side of her neck. Her jaw was clenched, brows furled. Out of all the wingleaders, she looked the deadliest and she was most definitely the strongest.

She eyes slid over to one of the first-year Cadets who was seated next to her friend and her eyes blazed into a hateful glare.