DALTON POV
I was having dinner with Derrick. I know, kinda unexpected.
We hated each other. Or at least, we were supposed to. But lately, I was starting to see something twisted in that hate. A shared obsession. A common thread. And I had to talk to him about what I overheard from the Hollowed Moon twins.
I knew he’d be just as pissed as me.
When I approached him in the hallway earlier, asking if we could grab dinner together, he didn’t react like he normally would. No snide comment. No eye-roll. He’d been... suspiciously polite.
Weird as fu.ck.
Now we were sitting across from each other in a shitty diner just off the academy grounds. The kind of place with cracked leather booths and a waitress who didn’t give a damn about who we were, as long as we tipped well.
"So," I said, drummi
