Alina’s POV
The halls of Blackthorne High felt nothing like home. Too many faces, too many whispers. And every whisper was about him—Jaxon Thorn.
“Is that her? The new girl staying at the Thorn estate?”
“They say she’s his stepsister. She’s living in the same house!”
“Poor thing. She’s not gonna last a week.”
I pretended not to hear them as I walked into class. Head high, shoulders back. That’s what Mom always told me to do—fake the confidence until it becomes real. But it was hard to fake anything when Jaxon stormed into the room like a thundercloud, his presence swallowing all the air.
He didn’t even glance at me.
Not until lunch.
I was sitting at the edge of the courtyard, alone with my tray of barely touched food, when his shadow fell over me. His friends—tall, athletic, and arrogant—stood behind him, but Jaxon only had eyes for me.
“You’re sitting in my spot,” he said coldly, like it wasn’t the entire school’s cafeteria.
“Pretty sure public benches don’t belong to brooding egomaniacs,” I replied.
His eyes darkened. For a moment, I swore they shimmered gold. But when I blinked, they were just… cold.
The tension cracked like lightning.
“Careful, princess,” he leaned in, voice low and laced with something feral. “You’re in my world now.”
Before I could fire back, a shriek cut through the courtyard. One of Jaxon’s friends was on the ground—convulsing. His skin shimmered, almost like it was shifting.
Jaxon turned to him, eyes blazing unnaturally bright. “Not here,” he growled.
And just like that, he dragged his friend away.
But not before he looked at me.
And whispered a single word—one that made my blood run cold:
“Soon.”