AMARA'S POV
The ride to Arcadia academy was a long, boring one, we drove past the bustling town in Oakville pack before we finally got to the academy.
Heaps of snow granules covered the road that led to the gates. A group of girls drove past in a pink Lamborghini, chattering and laughing at the top of their voice.
“I'm going to be in school with you as your security.”
I made a face at him. “I don't need security. I’ll be fine on my own. Leave that formality for the high-profile Ly—” my head hit the headrest with a thud, as Logan made a sharp swerve, avoiding a collision with that pink Lamborghini from ten minutes ago.
The car came to a halt at another spot. “Sorry about that,” even though his eyes were shielded by a pair of aviators, I could see through the displeasure obscured b
