LEAH’S POV
My feet move on autopilot.
I told them I was going to the library. I said it with my head held high, my spine straight, and my voice betraying a smoothness I don’t feel.
I told Jakob Greaves and Regis Nightshade—two of the most dangerous, high-ranking predators in this entire institution—that if they wanted a spot at my table, they needed to bring something useful.
It was a brilliant line. It was calculated to be theatrical and bold.
It was also absolute madness.
The moment the heavy double doors of the S-Class lecture hall slam shut behind me, the cold air of the main corridor hits my face, and the adrenaline keeping my knees locked instantly vanishes.
“s**t…”
My hands begin to tremble. I shove them deep into the pockets of my dark navy blazer, clenching them into tig
