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Leo's Pov By 4:00 AM, the suffocating heat inside the club had finally begun to thin out. My head was spinning in slow, heavy circles, the floor beneath my shoes feeling far too soft.I was slumped against the edge of the velvet VIP booth, my denim jacket discarded beside me, trying to catch my breath as the room hummed with a low, dull buzz.Sebastian slid past the VIP rope, tossing a set of silver keys up into the air and catching them with a lazy, effortless smirk. He looked completely untouched by the alcohol—cool, composed, and infuriatingly charming.“You're up?” he asked, leaning down and clapping a warm, reassuring hand over my shoulder, his voice dripping with smooth, teasing warmth. “I think this should do for some time. My driver is waiting outside. I'd offer to drop you right at your doorstep, but if Damien finds out I kept his assistant out past midnight, he'll probably have my head on a stake.”He chuckled softly, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze that made my heart a

My mind raced at breakneck speed, searching frantically for any bullshit story that wouldn't trace back to Damien or even Sterling Academy at all.If I uttered his name right now, my mother’s protective instincts would flare up instantly. She'd jump straight to the conclusion that I was getting mistreated by those rich bastards at school—and the last thing I needed was her storming down to the school board, demanding answers.That kind of noise would blow my secret wide open before I even had a chance to fix it. "Uhm—I—I dropped a damn glass jar at the convenience store down the street," I blurted, forcing my voice into a flat, mildly annoyed tone as I yanked my wrist out of Maya's grip. "Tried to catch the stupid thing before it smashed, and a sharp edge grazed my palm. It's really no big deal."Maya squinted at me, her sharp brown eyes searching every line on my face for the tiny micro-expressions she’d learned to read over years of friendship."A glass jar?" She crossed her arms,