_Dahlia’s POV_I turned around slowly, my heart pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. The moment my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. The last person I expected to see was standing there.Zayne Lachlan.Even if I hadn’t recognized that voice, that cold, commanding tone that could freeze fire, the scar would have given him away instantly. It was impossible to miss, running from the side of his head down to his lower eyelid like a twisted silver thread. The infamous mark that made him instantly recognizable across both schools.But nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared me for this.I had never seen him up close before. Hell, I’d barely seen him at all. He was like a ghost at Blackridge, never in classes, never at school events, never mingling with other students. The only place anyone ever spotted him was the rooftop, and that area had been declared off-limits after a group of students came back looking like they’d been mauled by wild animals. The rumo
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