Zara's POVZara's hands shook as she wrung out her mop for the third time. She couldn't get the image out of her head, those silver eyes staring at her through the classroom window. She'd seen him earlier that morning, stepping out of the black SUV. Even from a distance, she could tell he was different. Taller than most students, with the kind of perfect features that belonged on magazine covers. Dark hair, strong jaw, the confident posture of someone who'd never known failure. Everything she wasn't. But when their eyes met through that window, something had happened. For just a moment, she'd seen... something else. A burning city, creatures screaming and herself, but not herself. Someone powerful and terrifying. "Get it together, Zara," she muttered, pushing her cart toward the next classroom. "Rich boy looks at you for two seconds and you're having hallucinations." But it hadn't felt like a hallucination. It had felt like a memory. The morning classes were starting, w
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