Sneak Peek

~ SIENNA ~

I shouldn’t be here.

Everyone knows I got in because of who my dad is – was. Everyone knows I failed the entrance exams, but I was enrolled by order of the King.

A favour and a curse.

I was doing fine, until Dad left me, left us. I can no longer concentrate without the panic and nightmares plaguing me, threatening to devour me alive. I can no longer harness my powers without the turmoil and pain inside suffocating me. It’s alive and I have lost the tether of control over it.

“Alright! Everyone here is going to be put into divisions!” A loud voice tears me from my thoughts. “For the next six months, you will work together, and some of you may be put into these very divisions upon graduation! So work well together. Each group will be made to balance one another!” the Strategy Master shouts, his voice booming across the large hall.

I shrink into my hoodie, wishing I wasn’t here. I don’t deserve to be here. Everyone knows it. All I do is hold people up and if I do let my powers out, I’m dangerous. I could kill someone.

This is the first time I’m being put into a division, no doubt another favour by the King. Why else would I be? I haven’t proved myself.

He came to see me just the other day. His words still sting; his cold, icy eyes held no sympathy as he looked me over. I can still feel them, those pale eyes that reminded me of the coldest winter frost. The expression on his face was like a cruel question.

Why? Why am I so weak?

I wish I knew too.

I was the best in every class. I was smart, strong and trained since I was a child but now, I don’t even know why I’m here. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. I’m just a disappointment to everyone. 

The division leaders are named first. Of course, they chose the best. The strongest. The ones who were born to lead, most of them are in their final year.

My heart skips a beat as it lands on the side profile of one of the selected division leaders. The youngest there, but his talent and skill have made him the deadliest around.

He’s barely two years my senior and his black hair is messily brushed back as if he just ran his fingers through it after his post-training shower. His sharp green eyes are almost as callous as those of our King's. They peer out from behind dark, bushy brows. His angled jaw which is dusted with stubble does nothing to hide his strong jawline or those striking cheekbones. Those harsh lines could cut, but somehow, he still looks dangerously beautiful. Like he was carved to be perfect and deadly.

He isn’t just the top in every subject, he’s captain of the football team, too. He’s also the undefeated champion in combat.

All the girls love him, wanting to get into his bed. The boys fear him or want to earn his favour. And me? I just want to hide from him because every time I’m in front of him, he makes me feel like I’m worse than the dirt beneath his shoe.

He resents me to my very core. He always has, ever since we were young… just the mere sight of me makes his contempt for me show in his eyes.

“Sienna Electra Kendall Rossi!”

A few heads turn my way, and I want to shrivel into the ground.

My heart thuds as I’m called, fear enveloping me as I wonder which division I’m going to be put into, or more like who I will be put under.

Please… anyone but him… please anyone but –

“Ninth Division!”

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. No! Not…

My mind goes blank as I feel the prickle on my skin that always seems to happen when his gaze turns upon me and I make the mistake of looking up at him.

Our eyes meet, the coldest green against my own that are shadowed by my hoodie.

That rage in his…

I shouldn’t be here, and he thinks so too.

My division leader, Jayce Westwood.

He hates me with a passion so intense I feel as if it burns through me; as if he can see how pathetic I am on the inside, too.

But unlike everyone else who whispers behind their hands and behind the walls of Midnight War Academy, he doesn’t hide his contempt. He doesn’t make his disdain that I shouldn’t be here subtle. He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too.

But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself.

The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world.

Great. Just great.

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