Zayne POV
The rain at the academy wasn’t a downpour; it was a cold, miserable mist that clung to everything, turning the red brick buildings into hulking shadows. I killed the engine in the back corner of the off-campus lot, the ticking of the cooling metal the only sound in the car.
"Zayne, this is a mistake," Blake said. He didn't look at me. He was staring at the wiper blades. "Walking into her place is exactly what her brother wants. You're giving him a target on a silver platter."
"I’m not starting a war until I know who pulled the trigger, Blake." My voice felt like it was being dragged over gravel. I looked at my hands—they were steady, but the skin across my knuckles was tight. "I need to know if she pointed them at my home. I’m not ending a man’s life over a misunderstanding, b
