A prestigious school.
A missing student.
A secret worth killing for.
St. Augustine Academy isn't just a school-it's a trap. A playground for the rich. A graveyard for secrets.
Cassian Moreou
Untouchable-rich, powerful, and protected by his family n...
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Finding information at St. Augustine was easy.
If you had the right people.
And Alaric was the right person.
I found him in the library, hunched over some god-awful textbook, probably plotting his next method of extortion. The place was nearly empty—most students were still dragging themselves back from break. I slid into the chair across from him, dropping my bag onto the table with a thud.
"Need something," I said. Not a question.
Alaric didn't look up. "That much is obvious."
"My father."
Now he did look up, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I need to find something. Could you find out where he was at a certain time and date."
He sighed like I was asking him to do actual labor. "Probably."
"But it's far back. Very far back." I leaned back in my chair, tapping a finger against the table. "You think you can do it?".
Alaric smirked. "Of course, but it will cost you."
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, mate? I thought we were friends. Fine how much?"
"I don't want your money."
I frowned. "Then what?"
Alaric shut his book, lacing his fingers together. "You know what I want."
I groaned. "Not this shit again."
He just stared at me, unbothered.
"You're still on this?" I huffed. "Mate, it's been three years. Get over it."
His jaw twitched, but he didn't rise to the bait. "That's my price."
I dragged a hand down my face. "You get me everything on Elias. And I mean everything."
Alaric tilted his head, considering. Then, finally, he held out his hand. I looked at it for a long second before clasping it. "Pleasure doing business," he said, smirking.
I hated him.
**
It had been days since I asked Alaric for the information and he still hadn't gotten back to me. I flicked the lighter open. Watched the flame. Snapped it shut.
Flick. Snap. Flick. Snap.
My father's voice still rang in my head.
Fix this, Cassian.
I knew what that meant. Knew exactly what he was planning. Sophia had fucked up. And now he was done. Marrying her off was always his solution. A problem he didn't want to deal with anymore.
