Chapter XII
Wild Fire
IT only took him a simple act to totally ruin Wendy’s camouflage. Because by the time they both set their feet on Crawfordsville High’s ground, all eyes set on her—asking, demanding, hating, loathing, planning her death even. Why? Because they had seen her emerge from his car, the door being opened for her by none other than the emperor.
It caused a little ruckus. The word flew like a small fire slowly engulfing the woods. And she hated herself for letting this happen. She loathed him more for pinning her into this situation.
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We’re here,” she could still recall how Kaiser announced that news when his car driven by one of their servants entered the parking lot of the academy. He did not even need to utter those words because, of cour
