Nadia’s POV

The morning air was crisp as the sun broke over the horizon, casting the volleyball court in a wash of golden light. The usual cluster of Mason Gray's admirers lined the bleachers, their eyes glued to him. I sat slightly apart, not out of admiration but from a need to analyze the spectacle before me.

I couldn’t help the smirk spreading across my face as I watched Mason Gray saunter onto the volleyball court, his usual arrogance on full ...