LOGINBianca’s POV“I was attending a car show.” Callum casually slipped his jacket off and threw it on the back of his desk chair. His face was expressionless, but I knew he was lying.“Liar.” I stood, planting my hands on my hips. “I’ve already seen the pictures.”“Pictures?” Callum turned toward me, br
Callum’s POVI didn’t expect to lose that race.I knew that sounded arrogant, maybe, but it was just the truth. I had been into racing since I was seventeen, and I hadn’t lost a race in over a year. Coming in second tonight, to the same person I had lost to on the street a few nights before, wasn’t
I was scanning the crowd when I caught sight of someone near the far edge of the pit area. Tall, dark hair, broad shoulders. Something about the way he stood made my stomach do a small, stupid flip that was all too familiar.Callum?I squinted. The distance was too much to make out his features. Bef
Liora’s POVBy the fifth night of sneaking out, I’d stopped counting how close I came to getting caught.Marcus had nearly spotted me on the third night, forcing me to duck behind a hedge for ten minutes in the cold while he did his rounds. Zane had thought that was hilarious when I told him. I did
Liora’s POVI wasted no time changing into something dark and sneaking out. The palace was mostly quiet at that hour aside from the guards, but I knew their patrol schedules like the back of my hand, and all of the best routes to slip out without being noticed. By the time I made it out the back gat
“Mother.” I came to stand a few feet away, waiting for her to acknowledge me.My mother jerked her head up and gasped. She waved the servant away with one hand, then tried to stand, but quickly fell back into her chair with a small cry. I rushed over, placing my hand under her elbow to steady her, a
LioraThe front gates of the castle loomed ahead, tall and ancient, carved with snarling wolves and curling vines of power long since sealed into the stone. They didn’t creak so much as they breathed, like they sensed us standing there.And tension.Behind me, I could hear Jessica fidgeting with her
LioraMia was brushing her hair and babbling again.I thought she was the quiet type, turns out, she opens up once you get to know her.It was a strange comfort, the way she filled the quiet. I’d never met someone who could talk in parentheses, one topic spilling into the next with barely a breath i
CallumRecently, the student council office had turned into chaos. Again.Stacks of papers lined my desk, spilling over like an avalanche of disorganized responsibility, and I’d barely touched my tea before it went cold.I absently opened the mini fridge under my desk, plopping some ice cubes in the
She glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t bet on things that smile that much.”And then she walked off.Hm. That almost felt like a compliment.I stood there for a moment, hands in my pockets, watching the moon catch in her hair like gold and fire. Even in this light, she shines more like the sun.Fas







