*Roanne's POV*
The mahogany shelves of the university library gave me comfort. I admired the knowledge they kept, guarding the hushed secrets whispered between their ancient tomes. I felt the weight of those secrets pressing against my chest as I traced the spine of a leather-bound book, its title embossed in gold, yet faded by time.
The Revenge Club had been an intoxicating elixir, seducing me with the promise of justice and empowerment. But I wondered if the tasks escalated, so would the gnawing unease that feasted on my resolve. I wore a masquerade of control, but beneath the mask, doubt danced in the shadows.
"Ro?" Lizzie's voice sliced through the silence, her eyes probing mine with a mix of concern and camaraderie. "You've been quiet all morning."
I glanced up, meeting the gaze o
