Semua Bab THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Bab 221 - Bab 230

ALEXANDER “I don’t like this.”“Shocking,” Alexis mutters beside me. “You not liking something is really rare.”I ignore her.Mostly because she’s not wrong—But also because this?This isn’t one of those situations I can brush off with sarcasm.This matters.We’re standing outside the admissions building.Again.Same place.Same doors.Same cameras.Different reason.This time—I’m not here as a suspect.I’m here to find out what someone pretending to be me wanted.“Walk me through it again,” Alexis says.“You enter, you take the files, you leave.”“I didn’t do it.”“I know,” she replies dryly.“I’m saying if you did, how would you do it?”I glance at her.“…you’re annoying.”“And you’re slow. Focus.”I sigh.But I step forward.Because she’s right.Again.“Security cameras,” I say.“They showed ‘me’ entering without hesitation.”“Meaning?”“Meaning whoever did it knew the layout.”“Or had access to your memory,” she adds.That doesn’t sit well.At all.“Let’s go inside,” I say.The

ALEXIS“I’m doing it.”Silence.“No.”I roll my eyes.“That wasn’t a discussion, Aretha.”“It should be,” she snaps, arms folded. “You don’t just wake up and decide to enter a talent hunt like it’s a normal day.”“It is a normal day.”“Nothing about you is normal.”“Thank you,” I reply sweetly.“That wasn’t a compliment.”“I still accept it.”Alexander leans against the wall, watching us like this is mildly entertaining.“You’re both missing the point,” he says.“Oh good,” I mutter. “He’s about to say something annoyingly logical.”He smirks slightly.“I always do.”“Say it,” I sigh.“If she wants attention,” he continues, nodding toward me, “this is the fastest way to get it.”“Exactly,” I say.Aretha groans.“That’s the problem.”“No,” I correct, stepping forward.“That’s the bait.”Silence.Immediate.Because now—Now they understand.“You’re drawing them out,” Alexander says.“Yes.”“Using yourself.”“Yes.”“Reckless.”“Effective.”“And if something goes wrong?” Aretha asks quietl

ARISTOTLE “You’re staring.”“I’m calculating.”Lira doesn’t even look at me.“Of course you are,” she mutters.We’re walking through the eastern ridge at night and she isn’t really pleased with me.“You’re overthinking,” she adds.“I always overthink.”“And yet you still make reckless decisions.”I smirk.“Only when it matters.”That earns me a glance.Sharp.Assessing.Still not fully trusting.My gaze drops briefly to her stomach which is very much advanced now.“You’re doing it again,” she says.“Doing what?”“Thinking too loud.”“I don’t think out loud.”“You do around me.”“…that’s unfortunate.”She almost smiles.Almost.“Relax,” I say after a moment.“We’re close.”“To what?” she asks.“To safety.”She stops walking.I don’t.Not immediately.But I feel it.The hesitation.The resistance.So I turn.Look at her.Really look.“You trust them?” she asks.“Yes.”“Completely?”“Yes.”“You trust anyone completely?”I tilt my head slightly.“Very few.”“And they’re among them?”“Yes

ALEXANDER “This is getting ridiculous.” “That’s your opening line?” Alexis shoots back. “It’s accurate.” “It’s lazy.” I glance at her. “You’re alive, aren’t you? Be grateful I’m not opening with something worse.” She rolls her eyes. “Focus.” “I am focused.” “No,” she says, scanning the crowd ahead of us, “you’re irritated.” “Same thing.” “Not even close.” I exhale slowly. Because she’s right. Again. Annoying. But right. The campus is too full. And that’s exactly the problem. Because under all these movement and voices. There’s something else. Something wrong. “You feel it?” I ask. “Yes.” “How many?” She tilts her head slightly. Listening. Not with her ears. With something deeper. “More than three,” she says. “Less than ten.” “Spread out?” “Yes.” “Organized?” A pause. “…no.” That makes me frown. Because disorganized threats? They’re harder to predict. Harder to control. Harder to contain. “They’re testing again,” I mutter. “Not testing,” Alexi

CASSAIN Something feels… off.And I’ve learned the hard way that’s worse.Because danger announces itself.Power surges.Enemies strike.But this?This quiet shift?This subtle misalignment?That’s where mistakes happen.That’s where people die.I step into the room.Our room.Mine and Evelessa’s.And there she is.Standing by the window.Back to me.Still.Calm.“You disappeared,” I say.No response.I close the door behind me.“I’ve been looking for you.”She turns.And there she is.Evelessa.Perfect.Flawless.Exactly as she should be.And yet my chest tightens.Because something in me doesn’t settle.“I needed a moment,” she says softly.Her voice—Right.Her face—Right.Her presence—Wrong.I step closer.Careful.Observing.“What kind of moment?” I ask.“A quiet one.”“With you.”She walks toward me.Slow.Graceful.Familiar.“You’ve been distant,” she continues.“That’s not like you.”I tilt my head slightly.“And this is?” I ask.She smiles.Soft.Inviting.Dangerous.“I mi