Diana’s POV
The stares were cold.
Colder than frostbite. Colder than usual.
But I didn’t care.
I walked the halls of Ashmoor Academy with my head high, even as the weight behind my eyes dragged like anchors.
My chest felt hollow, like someone had scraped out everything soft and left only bones and memory behind.
Every student looked at me like I was a ghost who hadn’t realized she was dead.
No one forgot what I did.
Let them whisper.
Let them look.
My life had already gone up in flames. What could their ice-glazed judgment do now?
Only one thing mattered: surviving the fallout.
Because I had crossed a line. A sacred, unspoken boundary.
I had hit Kael.
Not just any guy.
Kael Draven.
Heir to the Draven Empire. The one everyone whispered was the devil’s grandson, with violence
