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 found the note at the bottom of my locker.
It was half-buried under old papers and books, crumpled like it had been shoved through the vents in a hurry. At first, I thought it was just some random scrap that had fallen in there by accident. But then I saw the handwriting.
I frowned, unfolding it.
We both want the same thing.
My grip tightened on the paper.
I didn't need to guess who it was from.
It had been two days since I told Cassian Moreau to fuck off. Two days of trying to push our conversation out of my head. Two days of telling myself I wanted nothing to do with his insane little crusade, that I wasn't going to let him drag me into whatever scheme he had cooked up.
And yet, here I was, standing frozen in front of my locker, staring at his words. I crushed the note in my fist and shoved it into my pocket, slamming my locker shut.
I wasn't going back.
Cassian Moreau was insane if he thought I was ever going to help him.
I told myself that again and again as I made my way to class, gripping my bag like it would somehow ground me. I wasn't going to fall into whatever twisted plan he had. I wasn't going to let him get inside my head.
But the thing was-Cassian didn't need permission to get inside people's heads. He had a way of creeping in whether you wanted him to or not.
By lunch, I'd already caught myself glancing over my shoulder three times, half-expecting him to be watching. By my last period, I was on edge. And when I walked into my dorm later that evening and saw Theo pacing, eyes red and jaw clenched, I almost mistook him for Cass.
I dropped my bag onto my bed. "Uh. You good?"
Theo didn't answer.
He kept pacing, running a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath. I frowned.
"Theo."
Nothing.
I stepped closer. "Hey-"
"I'm fine," he snapped, whipping around to face me.
I blinked.
Theo never snapped. Ever.
The kid was practically a golden retriever in human form-always smiling, always happy.
But now? Now, His fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw was tight, and his usually bright, easy-going eyes were stormy and bloodshot.
I frowned. "Theo, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he muttered, turning away.
Yeah. Right.
Theo sucked at lying. Always had. I folded my arms. "Try again."
