Kael’s POVThe speedometer on the dash of my Porsche was climbing toward numbers that should have been impossible on these winding mountain roads, but I didn’t care. My lungs felt like they were full of broken glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sera, standing in that locker room, looking like a shattered ghost.I didn't stop until I reached the iron-wrought gates of the Presidential Estate. I didn't wait for the guards to open them; I honked until they scrambled out of their booths, looking terrified.I burst into my father’s study without knocking. The room smelled of expensive cigars and old, dusty power. My father, the President, didn't even look up from his desk."You're late for the evening briefing, Kael," he said, his voice a smooth, terrifying calm. "And you smell like a common street racer.""You did it," I spat, my hands trembling as I gripped the back of a leather chair. "You called the Headmaster. You authorized the expulsion. You knew, didn't you? Juliette t
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