"Oh, God!" I gasped the moment I entered my room and shut the door.Isolde was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her anxious face gave everything away. The second she looked at me, she jumped to her feet. She rushed toward me, her eyes glistening as if she were about to cry."Are you okay? What did Alexei do to you?" she asked, her voice trembling."Nothing happened." After saying those heavy, pressuring words, Alexei told me to take the dress to my room. I walked out in disbelief, dragging my feet down the long corridor. I felt like I’d been pulled too far into Alexei’s game."He bought me a dress," I said, showing Isolde the black shopping bag."A dress? For tomorrow’s event?”I nodded. "A white one. He said...” I hesitated. "He said it suits me."I didn’t want Isolde to know the truth. Just remembering it made my skin crawl.Isolde frowned. "Weird.""I know."I walked to the wardrobe and shoved the bag inside more out of frustration than care. I didn’t know what impression I’d make
"Alexei?"I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Honestly, I didn’t. Gabriel’s sudden change in attitude made me feel like he was the one I needed protection from."Live your own life, Gabriel. Think clearly. You have Nathaniel. Don't make me the reason for another fight between you two," I said firmly."You're part of my family, too.""Oh, so now I'm family?"Gabriel fell silent. He looked uneasy, his eyes restless and conflicted."No," he finally said, shaking his head."See? That's exactly my point. Let’s just stop interfering with each other.” I exhaled deeply. "I appreciate your effort, but there are some things that should be left alone."I ended the conversation and hurried back into the boutique. My gaze instinctively returned to the window, but Gabriel was gone.Maybe I had been too harsh, but I was tired of everyone trying to convince me that Alexei was bad for me."Anna, which dress do you want?" Isolde asked.Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to pick out a dress. For even
Alexei’s words echoed in my head. My anxiety made my whole body tremble, down to my fingertips. I looked at Alexei, but not into his eyes; I looked at his chest. I didn’t dare look him in the eye. I was terrified.“Should we go to the archives room to confirm what you’re looking for, Anna? So we can search for it together.”Alexei stepped closer; each stride felt like death itself was approaching. He sat beside me, and I couldn’t tell if he was watching me. I didn’t dare turn my head."Are you looking for ghosts, Anna?" he asked quietly. His tone was flat and calm.There was no point in pretending anymore—I’d been caught red-handed. Lying would only make things worse. I lowered my head and clasped my trembling fingers together tightly."I'm looking for the truth," I whispered.I sounded uncertain, even though the truth is meant to be spoken loudly and clearly. Instead, I sank deeper into my own purpose. It was a purpose I didn’t know where it would lead me."The truth is the most dang
There was no way to hide it anymore. Trying to hide that paper from Alexei was pointless. He had a keen eye; lying to him would be useless.I didn't answer right away. My brain scrambled for an excuse, anything to keep Alexei from getting suspicious.A grade sheet? No, Bastorin didn't use such things. This wasn't the kind of academy that measured success through numbers."Anna? Why are you quiet?" Alexei stood at the edge of my bed.His sharp, cold gaze sent chills racing down my spine. He looked like a predator, a vampire ready to devour me at any moment, and it felt like he could drain the very life out of me."I—I..." I swallowed hard.Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. Alexei and I both turned toward the sound. Isolde stood in the doorway, holding a book to her chest. Her sudden appearance felt like divine intervention, and I could have shouted, "Thank God!"When Isolde saw Alexei in our room, her face turned pale, and worry flickered in her eyes."Mr. Alexei," she mur
ALEXEI POVThe growing pressure from other syndicates was starting to give me headaches. My recent meetings with other Nightshade leaders left me uneasy. We had to resolve this quickly because Nightshade had never faced a real threat before.Lately, however, Nightshade had been rotting from the inside, ready to collapse at any moment.I predicted this years ago, but Alistair chose to turn a blind eye. He even skipped multiple critical meetings. The funny thing was that he showed up at something as ridiculous as his daughter’s ex-fiancé’s engagement party.I went there myself just to confirm what I already knew: Alistair was no longer reliable. I handed the proof over to the other Nightshade leaders, though God knows when they’ll finally take action.In my opinion, Alistair has been incompetent ever since his first wife died. He’d been limping along ever since, yet he convinced himself that he could still lead. After remarrying, I watched him play the role of a “perfect husband.”Compl
I’d spent several days trying to figure out how to get into the archive room.Two staff members worked there from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. From nine until the end of their shift, the room's large windows were always open. That was my only chance: during lunchtime.One cloudy afternoon, I skipped lunch after computer class. I took the corridor, cut through a side path, and finally reached the back of the archive room. The windows were open, so I crouched as I passed beneath them. The archive was in the middle, the sixth window from the left and right.Once I stopped beneath the correct window, I remained crouched and listened closely. I could make out faint conversations, a few chuckles, and the sound of a door closing. Then silence.I dared to peek inside and saw rows of metal cabinets, shelves filled with binders, and two desks complete with computers."Okay," I muttered to myself.I gripped the window frame with both hands and pushed myself up with all my strength to jump inside. My body la