Traces of people’s origins would occasionally surface, revealing themselves through subtle cues and behaviors. It could be seen in the way they moved, their preferences, the foods they enjoyed, and even the way they spoke. These little slips of their true selves told a story, highlighting their unique differences from one another.
And once again, it happened.
Sage couldn’t help but halt, his gaze fixated on Olivia as she struggled to break free from Coreen’s grasp. There was an invisible force that kept his eyes locked on her. He was like a moth, captivated by the flame right in front of him. He was well aware that it potentially harmed him, but it was drawing him in like a magnet.
Ever since Olivia Grace had returned to school, a peculiar sensation had been building within Sage’s chest
