Jennie
I stare at her—the girl who somehow walks through this academy like the moon herself pulled her into orbit.
Saoirse Kings.
She stands there with that confused little face like she didn’t just walk through the room and tilt the whole damn universe her way. Again.
And now she’s looking at me with those wide, guilt-ridden eyes, like she still has the right to look sad. Sad? No, girl, I’mthe one choking on the crumbs you leave behind.
“Jennie, you know I’ll always choose you over anything else. You’re my best friend—”
I almost laugh. Almost. Instead, I tilt my head and let my voice go cold.
“You’re only saying that because I hold your dearest secret.”
And boom—there it is. That flicker in her eyes, like lightning cracking the sky. Her smirk? Gone. As it should be.
I see the pan
