Rory's POV

“You’ve started a war.”

The words reached me before I even stepped through the school gates the next morning.

Whispers trailed behind me like smoke, sharp, deadly, hard to ignore. Faces turned, eyes followed. Some looked at me with awe, others with disgust, and too many with a hunger I couldn’t name.

I gripped the strap of my bag tighter, my throat dry. Last night’s chaos hadn’t ended on that patio. It had spilled into every hall, every whispered talk.

I was ...