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Some people grow up with childhood friends. I grew up with Noah Lancaster.
Two years without Noah by my side, and I thought I'd changed. I'd grown into my own person, no longer the girl who needed protecting.
But stepping into the prestigious halls of St. James proved I was wrong. Surrounded by strangers who make it painfully clear I don't belong to their world, it's all too easy to fall back into old patterns.
And Noah... like the constant he's always been, pulls me back into his orbit. Only he's not the same boy I remember. He's sharper now. More calculated. More intense. There's something in him I can't quite name, a quiet shift in the air around him, like the moment before a storm breaks.
They say university is where you find yourself.
I never thought I'd find myself in the middle of something I couldn't walk away from... or explain to the police.
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