AURORA’S POV:
The greenhouse smells like secrets. Damp earth, crushed petals, and something sharper underneath, like betrayal brewing beneath the soil. My boots crunch softly against gravel as I walk in, the flickering fairy lights above casting halos of gold and green.
Arc told me to come here after classes instead of heading to the cafeteria. Since I found it, I've been on constant edge.
Arc stands at the far end, back to me, a rose held between his fingers. His stillness should calm me. It doesn’t.
My hand tightens around the velvet pouch in my pocket. Inside, the flash drive I found tucked behind one of the auditorium speakers. Ariel must’ve dropped it during rehearsals or someone planted it there for me to find.
I hadn’t dared watch it alone. Instead, I went straight to Arc. Beca
