LOGINZane's Point Of View"Mine." The word didn't just settle in the air, it sank into me, burrowing deep. Too deep. For a second, I could only stare at him, my breath catching somewhere between my chest and throat. My heart stuttered, beating in an uneven rhythm as though it couldn't quite decide how to respond to what I'd just heard. It wasn't merely the way he'd said it. It was everything behind it… the weight, the certainty, the absolute conviction in that single syllable. Something else lurked beneath his voice, something heavier, older, darker. His words carried more than just his own will. I sensed it immediately: a second presence brushing against my awareness, subtle yet unmistakable, like something standing just behind him in the shadows, watching, agreeing, claiming. The realization sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear. My fingers tightened where they rested against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm. "Okay..." I
Ronan's Point Of View "Because I was already planning different ways to get rid of him," I said calmly, my thumb brushing once more against his side. The words came out smooth. Too smooth. Like they belonged to someone who didn't hesitate, someone who'd made peace with darker impulses long ago. Like they didn't carry the weight of what I was actually confessing. But the moment they settled between us, hanging in the air like smoke... something shifted. Zane froze. His breath hitched, sharp and audible in the quiet room. His eyes widened as he stared up at me like I'd just said something insane, or perhaps like he'd finally glimpsed something in me he'd only suspected was there. "Ronan—" He cut himself off, shaking his head as if trying to clear it, then snapped, "Shut up." I didn't flinch. Didn't take it back. Didn't soften the truth with a laugh or claim I was joking. Instead, I tilted my head slightly, watching him, studying every flicker of emotion that cros
Ronan's Point Of View "So you no longer feel anything for him?" The question settled between us, quiet in its delivery but sharp enough to draw blood. I didn't look away from him. Didn't soften the edges of what I'd asked. Didn't take it back or dress it up in gentler words. Because I needed the answer, desperately, urgently needed it. Not the version he thought I wanted to hear. Not something polished or convenient, wrapped up neatly to spare my feelings. I needed the truth... the kind that sat ugly and heavy in the chest, the kind that refused to be ignored no matter how much you tried to swallow it down. Zane went completely still. For a split second, his expression blanked entirely, as if my question hadn't fully registered, as if the words were still traveling the distance between his ears and his understanding. Then his brows drew together, confusion giving way to something sharper, and slowly… very slowly… his head tilted up until his eyes found mine. "What?" he said.
Ronan's Point Of ViewI didn't look back. I didn't need to. If I did, I knew exactly what I'd see… that bastard standing there, staring like the world had just been ripped out from under him, like he had any right to look at Zane that way after everything he'd done. My jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. My grip on Zane's hand didn't loosen. If anything, it firmed… subtle, deliberate, grounding. A silent promise that I wasn't letting go. He was still here. With me. That was all that mattered. That was the only thing I needed to hold onto right now. We moved through the courtyard, past clusters of students who threw us curious glances, their whispers brushing against my ears like static. Some pointed. Others leaned in close to their friends, mouths moving rapidly. I ignored all of it. My focus stayed where it belonged… on the person beside me, on making sure he knew he wasn't alone in this. Zane hadn't said a word since we left. Not a single one. But I could feel it… the weigh
Ash's Point Of View"You're still mine," I murmured, my voice dropping into something darker, something quieter. The words carried an edge that could cut glass… something dangerous that had been sleeping too long. "You just forgot." The admission should have frightened me, this possessive claim I had no right to make. But fear had burned away, leaving only this raw, unshakeable conviction.And I'd remind him. One way or another. "Ash." The voice sliced through my thoughts like a blade, sharp enough to make my shoulders tense instantly. The sound of it grated against the raw edges of my resolve. I didn't turn. I didn't need to. I knew that voice… the practiced sweetness that never quite reached genuine warmth, the calculated cadence designed to charm. Too sweet. Too calculated. Too familiar. "Ash, hey… I've been looking everywhere for you." Lily.I closed my eyes briefly, exhaling through my nose as frustration coiled tight in my chest. The interruption felt like nails on glas
Ash's Point Of View I didn't move. Even after they disappeared into the crowd… even after the sound of their footsteps faded into the Academy's hum… even after the laughter, the chatter, the life around me resumed as though nothing had just shattered, I stood there. Rooted. Watching the space where Zane had been, as if staring long enough, hard enough, could force him to materialize again. As if sheer will alone could rewind the last five minutes and undo what I'd just witnessed. My cheek still burned where his hand had struck me. The sting pulsed with every heartbeat, a sharp, humiliating reminder that the boy who once melted beneath my touch had just hit me without hesitation. Without remorse. The physical pain was nothing… I'd endured far worse in training, but the meaning behind it cut deeper than any blade. I let out a slow breath through my nose, my jaw tightening until my teeth ached. "Zane…" I muttered under my breath, the name scraping against my throat li
Zane's Point Of View I shrugged, but the corner of my mouth lifted. “I don’t have to believe it. It’s obvious. You’ve got nothing to do with that incident, Caroline. Nothing.”Caroline’s eyes softened at my statement.For a second, I thought maybe she didn’t even hear me, but then her lips curved
Zane's Point Of View The room was still buzzing faintly with the aftertaste of Alisa’s tantrum when Miles shifted closer to me. He didn’t say anything at first, just that quiet, assessing stare of his, the kind that seemed to strip past my skin and into the things I kept buried. I leaned back i
Zane's Point Of View “Well then, thank you, driver.” The words came out colder than I intended, clipped, like I had to carve them out of stone just to keep from grinding my teeth. Ronan laughed. Not a full laugh, not the kind that bursts out naturally. No, it was that low, controlled one he used
Zane's Point Of View “You’ll pay for that embarrassment.” I said nothing. Not a word. I let the silence hang. And it dragged out, heavy and sour, pressing on the air around us like a storm before lightning splits the sky. She waited. Wanted me to react. Wanted me to give her the satisfaction of







