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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I flipped through the file, not really expecting much-but bloody hell, this was interesting.
Antonio James.
The scholarship's father. The file he'd spent hours tracking down.
Taking it was a bit of a dick move, sure-but oh well.
Scholarship-or Elias, whatever-burst into my room, eyes zeroing in on the file, "Give it back."
I barely looked up from where I was lounging on my bed, flipping through the pages. Interesting stuff, really. I smirked. "Give what back?"
His jaw tightened. "You know exactly what."
I tapped a finger against the folder. "Ah. This, you mean?"
Elias took a sharp step forward, like he was actually about to snatch it from my hands. Brave of him, really.
"You switched it," he accused, voice low and seething.
I shrugged. "Did I?"
"You did."
I smirked. "And?"
Elias exhaled sharply, clearly trying-and failing-to keep his temper in check. "What will it take for you to give it back? I need it."
"Oh, I know," I said, tapping the folder against my knee. "Missing father and whatnot. Tragic, really." I tilted my head, watching him. "I could help, you know. Lots of people owe me."
"I'm good." His voice was clipped. "Give it back."
I smirked. "Say please."
His jaw clenched. "Please."
I raised an eyebrow. "That was pathetic. Try again with a bit more heart. Maybe get down on your knees."
"You little-"
He lunged.
One second, I was sitting there, smug as anything, and the next, Elias fucking Mercer had tackled me, knocking us both onto the floor. My back hit the ground with a thud. The file slipped from my hands, skidding across the floor.
Elias scrambled for it. I caught his arm, yanking him back.
He twisted, slamming an elbow into my ribs. I grunted, but I didn't let go. "For fuck's sake, Moreau-"
"Language, scholarship," I taunted, shoving him off me.
He barely staggered before launching himself at me again. We hit the floor hard this time. Elias had no technique, just blind aggression. I, on the other hand, actually knew how to fight. And, more importantly, I knew how to piss him off.
"Desperate, are we?" I taunted, twisting out of his grip.
