In front of the grand hall of Blackwood Academy, a sea of luxury vehicles choked the marble driveway of the elite institution.
Avery walked at Dominic’s side, her palms slick with a thin layer of sweat. She was still entirely shattered from the heritage files discovered the night before, but the exact second the car doors opened to a barrage of flashing cameras, she forced her features into a mask of professional detachment. Her jaw was set, and behind her dark sunglasses, her eyes remained sharply vigilant.
Instinctively, she tried to take a half-step back, attempting to put some distance between herself and the tyrant beside her, seeking a pocket of air away from his overwhelming presence.
Before she could even shift her weight, an intense, scalding heat pressed against her lower back
