CALIX'S POV Seven p.m. sharp. I stood in front of my dorm building, with an old duffel bag slung over my shoulder holding everything I owned, two pairs of jeans, some faded hoodies, and my skates. Right then, a black SUV pulled up to the curb with tinted windows so dark that I couldn't see who was inside. The back door opened, and a hand gestured for me to get in. When I got into the car, Noah was sitting there, his long legs crossed, and his eyes fixed on me. “Nice bag, Sinclair, I think my cleaner has the same one.” I didn't say anything. Minutes later, the car finally stopped in front of Kensington Estate… which was literally a freaking fortress with all white walls and glass, glowing under the floodlights like a giant diamond dropped in the middle of a forest. I felt like an alien in a strange new world as I followed Noah through the front doors. “Noah.” A man called, standing at the top of the staircase, George Kensington, Noah's father. I had seen his face on
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