Reyna had lost her. Lost Ophelia. She didn’t know how, one second her friend had been right next to her, the next she was gone. It made her want to scream in frustration, because if she couldn’t protect those she loved, then what good was she? Isla and Max, she tried to remind herself. She’d promised to protect them, the little ones. If she couldn’t find Ophelia-- and she would find her --then she would not fail that.
Heading back up the stairs, she made her way to homeroom. By the time she got there, however, she found far more than she’d anticipated. Ophelia, her chest bloody. Jonas, looking distraught, but Reyna didn’t see his expression. Instead, ignoring the children and the two teachers, she pushed the young man against the wall. “What did you do? You said you’d protect her!” Whether the words were directed at him or herself more was hard to say.