Brielle’s POV
There’s something eerie about calm after a storm.
It’s not peace. Not really.
It’s just silence… with too many eyes watching, waiting for the next wave to rise.
And I felt it. The tension. The weight of what came after Savannah’s fall. Her name was blacklisted across every major firm. The Academy pretended they never loved her. Her social media vanished overnight like she’d been erased from our world entirely.
But people like her don’t go quietly.
And that’s what made the silence feel wrong.
“I don’t like this,” I told Adrian as we sat across from the Avanzini board the following Monday. “It’s too… easy.”
“You think Savannah’s hiding something?”
“I think she’s planning something.”
He didn’t argue. That scared me more than anything.
The meeting wasn’t what I expecte
