POV: Mina (Age 17)
The Elite Trio's attention had become suffocating, so I did the only thing I could do to survive.
I made myself invisible.
Not literally, though sometimes I wished I could manage that trick. But I found ways to disappear into the background of Academy life, to become so unremarkable and pathetic that even the students who enjoyed tormenting the weak would lose interest.
I took on every degrading job available.
Ghostwriting essays for rich students who couldn't be bothered to do their own work became my primary source of income. They'd slip me assignments through my dorm room door with coin attached, expecting polished work returned within twenty-four hours. I'd stay up late writing papers on pack history, combat strategy, territorial law—subjects I was learning anyw
