Sleep was impossible. Lola lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows of her dorm room stretching long and heavy. Every time she shut her eyes, the words pulsed in her head like a heartbeat: I know what you’re hiding. Her hand hovered just above the pillow, fingers grazing the fabri
The footsteps grew louder. Steady. Approaching. Lola’s breath caught in her throat. She tore her eyes away from Damien at the window and turned toward her door. Shadows shifted under the crack at the bottom someone was right outside. Damien’s voice, low and urgent, sliced through the silence. “Don
The night had settled over the campus, quiet yet heavy with an air that felt too still, too expectant. Lola couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. She lay in her bed, staring at the faint glow of her phone on the nightstand. Notifications blinked in the dark messages from Damien sh
The accuser coughed in the dirt, dragging air into bruised lungs. Killian hadn’t taken his eyes off him, his body vibrating with lethal restraint. If the man so much as twitched toward Lola, Killian would tear his throat out before anyone could blink. But it wasn’t just about the man anymore. It wa
The camp woke restless. By dawn, the whispers had swollen into something sharper, threading through the lines of tents like smoke from an unseen fire. Lola felt it in every glance eyes that lingered too long, conversations that cut off when she walked past, the tension that clung to the air even as
Killian watched her carefully, his eyes glowing like twin embers in the dim firelight. “You hear them.” She didn’t turn. “They’re afraid of me.” “They’re fools.” “No,” she whispered, finally facing him, her chest tight. “They’re not wrong. I burned that rogue, Killian. I didn’t even think I just