I watched him closely. “And you’re telling me all this because…?”
Justin hesitated.
“What is it?” I asked. “If it’s about Kross, please—do tell. He’s also my roommate, remember?”
“Well,” Justin said, voice low, “rumors say Kross tries to be the perfect guy—the golden boy everyone worships—but he’s not all shine. There’s darkness under that polish.”
I looked up at him, swallowing the last of the soup slowly, my body still aching.
“There’ve been… deaths,” he added carefully. “Common people. Always around full moons. The academy never talks about it, but witnesses claimed they’d seen Kross nearby before it happened. Nothing ever stuck, no charges, no proof. But sometimes… Kross acts strange. Too strange.”
My brows rose. “That’s not just weird, that’s... disturbing.”
Justin leaned close
