Chapter Forty-One

Scarlett’s POV

The moment I step through the school gates, I already know today will not be normal. The air feels too tight, too sharp. Like something is waiting. Watching. The back of my neck prickles in warning.

It’s Killian’s doing. All of it. His guards shadowed me this morning, hovering so close behind me I could feel their breaths on the back of my head. But I managed to slip them. Barely. It took a half-truth—well, more like a fabricated emergency about needing ...