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I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

“You’ll thank me later.” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll show you ‘thank me later.’” And I stalked toward the restaurant, Tristain following like he hadn’t just nearly killed me for fun, visor reflecting the streetlights. This was going to be a very long night. I looked up at the glowing cursive above the door. L’Orchidée Blanche I raised an eyebrow. “You used your mommy’s money for this?”

“I can let Cassian go, but you have to finish the rest of the toad eggs.” A bodyguard clamped my neck and pressed a knife close to my face. My parents hurriedly lifted their glasses. “No! We’ll drink it!” I struggled violently, trying to stop them, but the bodyguard kept me pinned. I could only watch as my parents downed every last disgusting egg. They even endured the nausea, afraid Seraphina might change her mind. Seraphina sneered coldly. “Now… That wasn’t so bad, was it? So why all the fuss?”

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

I answered, and dialed the emergency hotel line. The line clicked, and a cheerful male voice broke the awkward silence between us. "Hello! These is the Golden hen Suite. How can I be of service?" "Yeah, hi," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm even though my pulse was running a marathon. "There's a problem in my room." behind me, Mr. Smug leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed like he was watching a comedy show. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" "There's a stranger in here claiming this is his room," I said, emphasizing every word and making sure that he heard me.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

I figured the enemy of an enemy had, indeed, become a friend. I sighed and said, "If none of you believe me, that's fine. But the scholarship was already distributed early this year. Why don't we ask Lily if she received it?" The classroom fell silent for a moment. All eyes turned to Lily, waiting for her answer. Lily raised her phone and announced, "Mr. Clark, you must be mistaken. I've already received my scholarship money." Amelia's eyes went wide, her face turning red, then going completely pale.

Then the line went dead. The beeping of the disconnected call became my final requiem. Behind me, a chilling voice whispered, "Caught you." I screamed and begged for help. But the only response was cold steel plunging into my throat. As the darkness swallowed me, Gavin's face was the last thing in my mind. "Gavin, it hurts so much." … Night fell. Gavin stayed late at work, painstakingly stitching me back into something resembling human form. By the time he clocked out, it had started drizzling. He had no umbrella, so he stood beneath the eaves and waited for the rain to stop.