*Roanne’s POV*

The mahogany shelves of the university library gave me comfort. I admired the knowledge they kept, guarding the hushed secrets whispered between their ancient tomes. I felt the weight of those secrets pressing against my chest as I traced the spine of a leather-bound book, its title embossed in gold, yet faded by time.

The Revenge Club had been an intoxicating elixir, seducing me with the promise of justice and empowerment. But I wondered if the ...