A Coalition Story

"Ravyn, I don't even know if I'm into guys," Cal whispered harshly.
"Torin isn't a guy, he's a man, and you're into him," the willowy girl insisted, pushing her cousin forward roughly. He groaned, which caught Torin's attention, distracting him from whatever was on his phone.
"Oh, hey, Cal," Torin greeted politely. He looked over the blond's shoulder at Ravyn, who was definitely up to something. She had a smile on her face that only showed up when she was being devious.
"Did Ravyn put you up to something? Because I promise I can take her any day, no matter what she says," the other man spoke. He didn't have a chance to say more before Cal was, probably stupidly, kissing him. As he pulled away, he saw a shocked Torin, and the blond swore under his breath. He was going to kill Ravyn. This had been a horrible idea.

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The Coalition: Somewhere between a secret society, an organized crime family, and a government body, they rule the world from the background. Located on the outskirts of Carvell, a smaller sized town, is the training academy for students aged 15 to 21. Filled with students studying business and teaching, the school also trains assassins and spies. These students go on to infiltrate national governments, kill kings and queens, start and end wars, and cause more chaos and drama than is sanctioned by their leaders.

Enter Ravyn White, Excalibur "Cal" Cole, Torin Sloane, and Atticus "Ace" Blackbourne. A spy with a grudge and a penchant for insulting people, a grumpy assassin with misplaced loyalty, a reluctant assassin who would rather Cal figures his crap out already, and a spy that is rumored to have failed his psych eval. Their friendships are complicated, strange, and sometimes unhealthy, but what else is there to expect from four older teenagers with body counts from their beds and their weapons?