Penelope's POV

I don't sleep for the rest of the night. By the time my alarm goes off at six, I'm already dressed and pacing my room like a caged animal. The revelation about Dad, about Marcus Blackthorn's lies, burns in my chest.

I need to tell someone before I explode.

Isla's always been an early riser, but even she looks surprised when I knock on her door at 6:30 AM with coffee and pastries from the campus café.

"Either someone died or you have major gossip," she says, opening her door ...