The ink on the square of paper seemed to bleed into the white grid lines, each word a cold, calculated warning.Stop digging into Leo's final game, or Kai isn't the only one who will burn.Zara’s fingers trembled as she traced the edges of the blue archive pass. Level B. Restricted access. Someone had walked into the Herald office, slipped past her defenses, and reached into her personal tote bag while she was standing mere feet away in the Athletic Center lobby.Before she could pull out her phone to dial the mysterious number, the sharp, authoritative click of heels echoed down the basement corridor."Miss Kane, or should I say, Miss Reporter of the Hour?"Zara slammed her notebook shut, shoving the note and the pass beneath a stack of preliminary football stats just as Professor Vance stepped into the doorway. Strict, sharp-eyed, and completely unrelated to Julian Vance, despite sharing a surname that made Zara’s stomach churn every time she heard it, the head of the investigative
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