Susan’s voice rolled across the plaza like warm silk dragged over bare skin, and every single girl hung on every syllable. Even the wind seemed afraid to interrupt her.
Leo listened too, arms loosely folded, weight shifted to one hip, the picture of relaxed arrogance, because he already knew most of this stuff and because he enjoyed watching twelve hundred goddesses pretend they weren’t sneaking glances at him every three seconds.
Susan laid it all out in that low, hypnotic cadence she used when she wanted obedience without having to ask for it twice.
Contribution points were the lifeblood of Phoenix Academy.
Everything cost them: private gravity rooms that could crush you to paste or make you feel like you were floating on air; secluded meditation grottos carved into cliffsides and la
