POV: Mina (Age 17)
I'd barely made it back to my dorm room to wrap my cracked ribs when I found a note slipped under my door.
Private training session. Elite gym. 8 PM. Don't be late. - J.S.
Jax Sterling.
My distant cousin who ruled the Academy with cold calculation and barely concealed cruelty. The one member of the Elite Trio who didn't rely on psychological manipulation or brute force—he used strategy and authority to destroy people.
And he was summoning me to a private session in the elite gym, which was a privilege reserved for the highest-ranking students and their personal guests.
This was a trap. Obviously.
But I couldn't refuse. As family, Jax technically had authority over me. And refusing a direct summons from him would only increase his suspicion that something was wrong
