Saoirse
The day after Jennie found out, I was back at the academy… alone.
No Cain. No Cyrus. No car ride. No forced eye contact.
Just me.
Avoiding them felt like the only thing I could control in this mess. I didn’t want to see the guilt in Cain’s eyes or the unreadable storm that Cyrus always carried in his. I needed space. Air. Silence.
So of course, life had other plans.
Jennie texted me she was skipping today—some family thing—and I didn’t blame her. But that left me at the cafeteria, solo, tucked into the farthest corner like some emotionally exhausted cryptid trying to recharge with bland rice and a whole lot of iced tea.
It was peaceful for a solid five minutes.
Then they showed up.
Rhaziel. Dane. Zane. KD.
The loudest, most chaotic group of borderline-unhinged boys to eve
