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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Breaking into the archives was easier than it should've been.
Honestly, for a school built on money, you'd think they'd invest in better locks.
I slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind me. The room was massive-shelves stacked high with files, dust clinging to old paper. Somewhere in here was the information.
Information about my father.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. My heart was hammering, but I ignored it, forcing myself to focus.
Antonio James.
I needed his records. His past. Maybe then, I'd finally get some answers.
I stepped forward, scanning the shelves. My fingers trailed over the labels, searching-
And then I heard it.
A rustle. A quiet shuffle.
I froze.
Someone was coming.
I panicked.
Not my best moment, but I lunged behind the nearest curtain, flattening myself against the wall like that would somehow make me invisible. This was bad. This was so bad. If I got caught, I'd be expelled. Or worse-killed.
The footsteps grew closer. My pulse pounded in my ears. Maybe, if I stayed perfectly still, they wouldn't notice-
A sigh. Then-
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
I went rigid.
"I can see your leg."
Shit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, weighing my options. Maybe if I just stayed quiet, he'd get bored and leave-
"Get out from behind the bloody curtain."
Yeah. No chance of that happening.
I stayed put.
A pause. Then, in the driest, most unimpressed tone I'd ever heard- "I have a gun and a knife, and I'm not afraid to use either."
I peeked out from behind the curtain, straight into the unimpressed eyes of Cassian Moreau. He gave me a look. "What are you doing here, scholarship?"
I scowled, stepping out fully. "First of all, I have a name-"
Cassian didn't even blink. "I don't care, and I asked you a question."
"None of your business."
He snorted. "It will be when I report you."
I folded my arms. "They're gonna ask how you knew I was here. And I'll tell them you were right here with me."
Cassian stared at me, unimpressed. "Just don't get in my bloody way."
