*Roanne's POV*
The insistent trill of my phone shattered the morning silence. I fumbled for the device, disoriented, the remains of a dark dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness.
"Roanne! Are you awake? Have you seen it?" Lizzie's voice came through in a frantic burst, crackling with urgency and barely contained hysteria.
"Seen what?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep as I struggled to match her pace, to comprehend the chaos she was spilling into my ear.
"The university—it's upside down. *The Golden Secret* dropped the bombshell on Professor Grant and the cops... they took him!" Her words tumbled out, each one laden with shock and a thrill that tingled through the line.
I shot upright, the last tendrils of sleep snapping as if cut by a blade. The image of Professor Grant,
