TRACEY’S P.O.V.
For the first time in few days, I feel…normal.
There was no eyes burning into the back of my head, no eerie sense of being followed by a fucking ass and definitely no sudden chills running down my spine whenever I walked around the campus.
I sighed in relief. Ofcourse, I knew Damien wouldn't let the matter go off just like that.
And getting Skylo involved meant only one thing—
That man might be an unbearable, insufferable, smug little shit, but he was undeniably good at what he does and if he said he’d handle whoever was watching me, then I believe him.
I exhaled hard, adjusting my bag as I walk toward the cafeteria.
Today has been surprisingly good and now, I even had a new friend, my first friend ever.
Katya.
She was a wild, loud and chaotic foreigner. A complete menace in the best way possible.
She’s the type of person who doesn’t just enter a room—she announces her presence without saying a word. And despite her no-filter mouth, I found myself getting attached to
