Cassandra’s POV
I froze against Draven’s side, my breath hitching. My stomach churned as I slowly lifted my head. There she was, standing a few feet away with a group of students gathered behind her, all craning their necks like they’d just stumbled onto some juicy drama.
Brittany crossed her arms, her smirk growing as her gaze swept over me, then the brothers, before landing on me again.
“I told you,” she said, louder now, so everyone could hear. “I told you she’s their little slut. Look at her. Crying in their arms like she owns them.”
“Brittany,” Axel said, his voice low, dangerous. He stepped forward, blocking her view of me. “You clearly didn’t learn your lesson the last time you pulled a stunt on her.”
“Oh, please,” Brittany sneered, rolling her eyes. “What lesson? All I see is
