I looked away again, pressing my lips together. This was wrong, so wrong that the word “wrong” didn’t even cover it. This guy was a stranger to me, but my heart hurt and I was sickened by the implications, by what was right in our faces.

He was killed simply because he was a half-blood.

This was not remotely okay.

“You might care, but you know damn well over half of those at this damn campus don’t give two shits about what has been going on yet. They aren’t going to care when the gods start murdering us,” the guy named Colin challenged him. “They never cared before.”

“He’s right,” a voice said from the back of the crowd. A girl. “You know what happened to Felecia two days ago.”

I didn’t know who Felecia was or what happened to her.

Solos’s jaw hardened. “They are looking into that. They—”

“A pure used a compulsion on her, raped her, and then passed her around,” Colin returned, anger thickening his voice. “And what has happened? Absolutely fucking nothing.”

Oh my God. I was really going to vomit.

“So what? No one cares, and Felecia is a whore. So whatever.”

I jerked in disbelief, and Seth turned back to the crowd. The white-dressed Guards stiffened.

Several of the students stepped aside, revealing a tall, icy-blond guy. Someone muttered, “You did not just say that.”

He shrugged. “What?” Derision dripped from his snotty tone. “You know what they say. The only good half-blood is a drugged or dead one.”

Seth exploded.

It happened that quickly.

Seth flew across the walkway, reaching the guy before I took my next breath. He grabbed the collar of Icy Blond, who I was assuming was a pure-blood, and lifted him clear off his feet. Clothing ripped.

“I’m not even going to ask you to repeat yourself.”

Icy Blond paled a second before Seth cocked his arm back and landed a punch that knocked his head back. Icy Blond’s hands clawed frantically at Seth’s arm, trying to free himself, but that wasn’t happening.

Within a handful of seconds, the crowd scattered back, giving Seth—the Apollyon—wide berth. The Guards didn’t even make an attempt to stop him.

“Seth,” Solos warned quietly, stepping toward Seth, but not getting close.

“But I can see it in your eyes that you really believe that.” Seth’s free hand closed into a fist once again. “And you know what, asshole? You may be a pure-blood, and there may have been rules once upon a time that protected your dumb ass, but those rules never applied to me and what I can do to you.”

I tensed, frozen where I stood.

“And they still don’t,” Seth added.

Another blow landed, a punch that would’ve shattered the jaw of a mortal. Icy Blond’s lip split and blood flew as his head lolled back. Seth jerked his arm back again.